have not believed in? And how can they believe in the one of whom they have not
heard? And how can they hear without someone preaching to them? And how can they
preach unless they are sent? As it is written, “How beautiful are the feet
of those who bring good news.
How I Was Called to the Mission Field
When I was seven years old, my Sunday school teacher told my
class about missionaries in Africa. One of the
girls in my class said, “I want to be a missionary when I grow up.” However, I
remember praying with all my little heart, “God, please don’t send me, please don’t
send me.” Little did I know what great plans God had in store.
Six years later, a missionary came to my church and showed
us a video of starving potbellied children with flies swarming around their
eyes. I uncontrollably cried, not caring who was sitting to my left or my right.
Unfortunately, that’s all that happened. A few weeks later, I forgot about the
missionary, the horrific video, and the tears I cried. However, that experience
wasn’t in vain. God was slowly planting seeds of compassion in my heart.
My freshman year at Lee University,
I was selfish; consumed with myself. I
didn’t care about the issues of the world or the people in it unless they
directly affected me. But my second semester, God started to transform my
heart. I went to an International Justice Mission (IJM) sponsored concert and
heard about the injustices that were and still are taking place in the world. God
was watering those seeds that he had planted years before. Again, I cried my
eyes out, but this time I didn’t forget. God was showing me my faults and
awakening me to a new realization of this broken world and how I fit in it.
My passion for justice is continually growing and with God’s
help I will see the harvest. I want justice for the girls and boys forced into
sex trafficking; the widow with three children and no rights whose land is
taken from her; the elderly man whose frail back arches from the weight of his
load doomed to a life of slavery; and the child abducted to become a soldier in
a war that began before he was even born.
ignorant, then you don’t feel responsible for what happens and therefore; you
don’t care. However, I was no longer ignorant of the injustices. Edmund Burke
once said, “All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is for GOOD men to DO
NOTHING.”
I’m happy to say I will be going on the World Race Jan 2010!
May God be glorified!
