We really didn't know what we were getting into. We were green as clover. Corey and I had never been on a mission trip without adult supervision.
Before we left my father gave me an email of a missionary that he had met once at the local buffet back home in Tennessee. We wrote the missionary to see if he had any advise.
When we arrived at the airport there he was. The older missionary was there waiting for us.
I was amazed at his hospitality and generosity. He drove us to a city where we could catch a bus to our language school. He bought us supper and spoke encouraging words to our ears. He prayed for us. After we were settled in a hotel and had a plan the next day he left us. I've never saw him again.
The older missionary lived hours away from the airport. I was shocked at his sacrifice of time and money to help us in our time of need. I still remember his words; "We got to get you boys to the mission field." There was an urgency in his voice that I didn't understand.
He understood the importance of my obedience to Christ more than I did.
He did not know me. I had never seen his face before that day but still he treated me like I was his son. My dear brother in Christ has now received his eternal reward. And now that I have a few years under my belt and a different perspective on life, I am beginning to understand the responsibility he felt to God to help us “get to the mission field.” This is how we replace ourselves. This is how we pass the torch.
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