I am a missionary

I am a missionary to this culture, to this town, village, city, county, community, region.

I am a missionary to the lost.

I have been sent by God to reach the down, the hurting, the forgotten and forsaken.

I have been sent to the blind, the lame, the poor, the injured, the diseased.

I am sent to the prisoners, the miscreants, the drunks and the addicts.

They need Jesus.

They need salvation.

The need hope.

The hope of salvation for all these who are lost is my obedience to the One who sent me.

I am to let my light shine.

I am to be the salt of the earth.

I am to illumine and radiate, flavor and preserve.

To be the light I must live a good life full of love and good deeds.

To be the light I must declare the praises of Him who called me out of darkness and into His wonderful light.

These people need salvation. They need eternal purpose. They need unconditional love. They need belonging.

Who are these people?

They are the ones I see as I walk along the path or drive along the road. They are fellow shoppers and workers. They are neighbors, friends, and enemies.

The ones that are lost look just like me and look completely different than me. They have the same likes and dislikes and completely different tastes as well.

Lost ones don’t know they are lost. They don’t know the plight of their own condition or the impending danger and doom to their own soul.

They must be told.

If they are not told how will they ever know?

They are heading towards a precipice and when they fall off it will bring unspeakable horrors of destruction.

But we must intercept them and lead them from the broad path to the narrow path. God desires to place them on paths of righteousness for His names’ sake.

And He wants to use my hands, my feet, and my mouth.

I am a missionary to the lost, enslaved, defiant and condemned.

I am a missionary bringing His light, His way, truth and life

I am a missionary.

Am I living like it?