If I had, oh about $300,000...

I’d buy my grandparents house.

It’s not because it’s 4000 sq. ft. with four, count ‘em FOUR levels. (But, that’s a perk.)

It’s not because it’s on a lake. (Still, another perk.)

It’s not because it has a pool. (Perk again.)

It’s not because I have fond memories. (Perk)

It’s not because it’s around the corner from my parent. (free babysitting…perk)

It’s because it would fulfill a dream in my heart, a purpose, a destiny that I know God placed in me just a few years ago.

When I was in Jr. High, I remember a missionary came to stay with my grandparents. He was a missionary to Africa, or South America, I can’t remember because I was in Jr. High. Anyway, he was fascinating to me and he brought snakes to church and slides of where he lived. All very exotic. All very exciting. All very foreign.

At another time he came and stayed with us in our home. I remember it was a terribly rainy and stormy morning and I needed to go to school. He was headed that way so he drove me to my Jr High. I bounded away with a wave and a smile. He went back to the field.

A few years later, when I was in highschool, we got word that he was murdered. Murdered by the very people he went to share the love of Christ with. Murdered in his own front yard. Gunned down.

I heard the news when I happened to go to church one week day. Of course, it was empty so I walked into the sanctuary, sat on the front pew, and wept. My young, highschool heart could not wrap around this idea of modern-day martyrdom. I was so sad and felt that a dear friend had been taken from me. He had stayed with us, shared life with us, and sat at our table and told us stories of his life.

My grandparents housed him.

My parents housed him.

It is a legacy I’d love to continue. And, I’d love to continue it in the very home my grandparents started it in. That would be the ultimate perk to owning my grandparents home — a place of quiet and refuge for those who have given everything for the sake of Christ.

Is there anything you dream of having that would fulfill your destiny? What if money was no object? What would you do?