When a person leaves to be a missionary to China or Africa or India or any other “far away land,” we get excited about him learning the language, lingo, and slang, participating in the cultural customs, wearing appropriate clothing and headgear, and listening to and enjoying the popular music and entertainment.
Why don’t we get as excited when someone moves across the tracks in his own city to a completely different village and tribe village for the purpose of spreading the gospel?
For some odd reason, some Christians think that if young Christian listens to hip-hip, wears FuBu, and talks like he’s “from the ghetto,” that he must be worldly and sleeping around. Others may think that if a Christian listens to grunge and punk, wears a backwards hat, has tattoos down his arms, and likes the color black then he must have a problem with depression and drugs.
No one would look down on a Christian who moves to China to share the gospel and walks, talks, dresses, and eats like everyone else. Let’s not do it to those who are in the villages, tribes, and cultures right here in our own country. They are missionaries as well, laboring to live out the gospel in real community so that sinners like you and me will meet Jesus.
I have become all things to all people, that by all means I might save some. I do it all for the sake of the gospel, that I may share with them in its blessings.
– 1 Corinthians 9:22-23