Obviously a lot of people would not have seen this one coming, unless you are good friends of ours (and even then!). But if you saw me in high school, well, this might seem to be a big change. Not that I was a hellraiser in high school, but I was far from a disciple of Christ even though I bandied the name of Christian.
By God’s grace, the promise of John 6:37 held true. Jesus, once I called upon him (believed in him, whatever words you want to use), has never let me go. The transformation from sub-Christian to missionary was a longer journey that this post has time for. But it will suffice to say that it is a testament to God’s faithfulness and his grace. He took a kid who said “I could never be a missionary” (a story for another time), struggling in sin, to where I am now, an intern with a great church and a pre-candidate with our denomination’s mission board.
My biggest influences have been John Piper’s Let the Nations Be Glad! (a dangerous book indeed) and Francis Chan’s Crazy Love. I can still remember listening to the audiobook of Crazy Love while at work. It was like a switch had been flipped. I was called to be a missionary. The journey from there to here has been one of many avenues being closed only for a path to emerge that was the right one. That was six or so years ago. Now with a child in tow and my masters degree nearly complete, here we are.
The Apostle Paul said “but by the grace of God I am what I am, and his grace toward me was not in vain.” (1 Cor. 15:10).