My older sister, Christal, is gold. Beautiful, fun, not an enemy in the world, and she loves Jesus with everything she’s got. Gold.

She’s one of those perfect people…and not the kind you resent for being perfect, either. She’s so humble, that you’re actually glad that she’s got it all together. You know the type.

I was having a conversation with her a few years back, and she said something incredible, something that still shakes me to the core every time I think of it. We were talking about high school craziness and teenage rebellion in general. I told her how awesome it was that she didn’t get caught up in any of that garbage.

I looked up at her, and to my utter surprise, she was crying. I knew for a fact that she hadn’t gotten caught up in any of that garbage, so why on earth would she be crying? Then she said it,

“It’s not enough that I didn’t go the way they went, I was supposed to change the way they were going.”

I think she underestimates the impact she had on her school. Nevertheless, she made an incredible point that I think very few Christians really get:

This isn’t ultimately about morality, its about mission.