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I played a lot of basketball growing up, and some people would say I was decent at the sport. When I was in middle school, I heard that Larry Bird, one of the best to ever play the game, would shoot and make consecutive free throws after every practice. I adopted a similar habit β I stayed after practice shooting free throws and jump shots until my coach kicked me out of the gym. After weeks of hard work, I was not seeing any real results. It was a small shift but it caused my accuracy to steadily increase.
By that time, I had been playing basketball for years and intentionally trying to improve my shot nearly every day for months. And, all the while I was practicing incorrectly. I was faithful. I was diligent. And, at the same time, I was wrong. My early basketball lessons remind me of my early efforts to participate in the mission of Jesus. In my late twenties, I became convinced that I needed to help spread the good news about Jesus. I volunteered to hand out tracts in communities where I did not live.
I knocked on the doors of people I would likely never see again. I handed out backpacks and bikes to children whose names I would never know. I had awkward and unsolicited conversations with people on the train about their salvation. I was doing all the things that I thought missional people should do. Yet, I saw little evidence that my actions made any tangible difference in the world.
As in basketball, I later learned that my practice was flawed. Let me say clearly that I believe no effort is wasted in God. Even while my approach to mission was misguided, the Lord was with me, cultivating new life deep within.
And I believe that God used my imperfect witness β among human beings there is no other kind of witness β to draw others to himself. When I noticed that it did not seem like my efforts were well received, I started thinking about my understanding of mission. My approach started in the right place; however, there was a missing ingredient. God used my imperfect witness β among human beings there is no other kind of witness β to draw others to himself. Share on X.