Touching the World for Jesus In a Place That Doesn't Want Him

I have been thinking about how one goes about touching the world for Jesus in a place where He isn't really wanted.

This is my dilemma. I want to worship where I live. I should not have to travel 20 miles to have fellowship in a church service.

Maybe this is about me. Maybe it is about loving where I live. Maybe it is my own stubbornness. Maybe it is about a commitment to truth that I cannot shake. I can ignore it, push it down, push it aside, but it always rises back up.

I have been thinking about how to go about this and the bottom line is earnest prayer and fasting. There is no other way. In this I believe wholeheartedly.

My desire is "the truth" which is a curse word these days. Mention it and people say it doesn't exist or that we can only address parts of it. I can no longer wait for someone to lead. I must start. I don't want to. I'd rather someone else do it and I'll follow along. It hasn't happened.

It seems like no one wants to discuss truth and move forward on that path, changing what we say, how we say it, leaving behind mistakes, especially when they are public, and continually revamping and recognizing the context. All within 5 miles of where you live.

I will be putting myself out on a limb in a way I have never fathomed. I seem to have few alternatives. I am certainly open to suggestions and will be waiting on God.

I have to believe that there are others like me nearby willing to work together despite the fact most don't seem to care.