What do we think we’re doing, going to Mexico, as if we have something to offer? And, what’s the point of missions if it means passing by our neighbors – the people closest to us?
Jay and I were sitting on the front porch, looking out at kids playing in our front yard. The questions kept coming.
“What if this is it? What if this is what it means to be a Christian, to be a missionary? If we can’t live it out here, can we live it out at all?” [Read more…]