…Our remote, private dining experience was disrupted by the whining chatter of a two-year old scrambling through the entry followed by an exasperated middle-aged guy dawning a scruffy face and weary look. What startled us most was not the rambunctious toddler, but the man harshly speaking perfect, American English. I can not express adequately the shock of both of us, as that was the last thing we anticipated in this remote, mountainside basement restaurant in Macedonia.
You don’t become a missionary by raising money and flying to a foreign country. You do it by being obedient to God. Tell people about Jesus where you live. Get out of your comfort zone. Sell something precious and apply it to your debts. Make a sacrifice. Develop better friendships. There is an old saying: “Dress for the job you want, not the job you have.” While this is not to be taken literally in this sense, (please, don’t start wearing the national garb of the country you want to go to just yet). However, somewhere in the process, we have to make a conscious decision that there is no going back.
With a robust inquiry, she asked, “Are you okay?” I quickly replied with some apprehension in my voice, “Yes, dear, I am fine...but our Speed the Light car is in the middle of the Danube River.” The questions gushed like a freshly opened fire hydrant. “Are you okay? What happened? Did you get your computer out? What about your suitcase?”