Saturday, March 17, 2012

A Missionary Life

Rarely do I use this blog as a religious platform. But, I've been sick for two days and have had time to think.   As one thought led to another, I found myself back in my hometown's Costco parking lot. It was the Christmas season and my mother and I saw a man from church.  He asked me if I was still teaching overseas and if I was still enjoying it.  "Yes," I replied, "And I am enjoying it very much."  He smiled, patted me on the shoulder and said, "Well keep doing the Lord's work." 

I did not correct him and say, "But I'm not a missionary teacher!  I teach privileged children, children of diplomats, business men, aide workers.  I teach children whose concept of family is a driver and a nanny who wait on their every whim.  These are not the children of missionaries."  No, I did not say that.  I said, "I will." and walked away.

My mother turned to me and said, "Are you a missionary?"  Do I raise funds?  No.  Do I travel for enjoyment?  Yes.  In the literal sense, I am not a missionary.  But, in the Biblical sense, I am.  I live in the world, but I am not of it.   I respect and support the literal missionary, but may I remind my Christ following friends, that we are all called to the world. Turning into a Christian chrysalis is not as beneficial as becoming the butterfly.