When you think of a missionary what do you think of? Is it someone living in the bush in Uganda? Or someone digging trenches in Cambodia? Or do you think of someone caring for sick and malnutrition babies in Kenya? Or helping women and children escape human trafficking in Thailand? Well you would be right but you would also be missing so many more aspects of what a missionary looks like. It is also teaching English to children and adults in a nice church. It is also hitting the streets to pass out flyers for English class with Campus Crusade and flyers for attending church. It is also setting up a booth to have college students exchange a cigarette for a cup of tea or candy. It is also walking to different homes in a village to sit, talk, pray, and have a cup of coffee with them. It is showing up to sing Happy Birthday to the 90 year old man you met the previous week. It is yelling at the top of your lungs and holding signs that read “Dios Te Ama/God Loves You” and giving free hugs. It is also bringing comfort to the over worked pre-school teacher and comfort when they experience an earthquake. It is also those who financially support those who leave their homes because without your being led to give we wouldn’t be able to do the things we do. Being a missionary comes in so many different shapes, sizes, and colors. There is no one kind of missionary.
I thought being a missionary only happened sweating and digging in Thailand or holding a sick child in Africa. I had no idea in the variety of ways that God uses His people. Being a missionary is being on “God’s Payroll”. He is my boss. He gives me my orders and I follow His rules. When I have a complaint He listens to them and brings me a resolution. Wait let me rephrase…..He brings me His resolution not always what I want to hear but Good and what’s best for “business”, that’s the same with an earthly boss back home:/ God’s my CEO. Before coming on the race I had not only put God in a box but also what I thought a missionary looked like. I have been so pleasantly surprised that I was wrong, there’s so much more to God than what I gave Him credit for and so much more to being a missionary than I gave the word credit for. Being a missionary is a call to action. Being a missionary happens every day in every way and in every place. Are you being the missionary God called you to be?
