Why I love missions.....

If a picture says a 1000 words, than this one fits the bill. It was taken in Northern Mozambique in mid August/05 during a weekend outreach. This was a common scene in Mozambique. Kids with nothing; no hope, no desires, no goals, living as if dreams didn't exist. And in a lot of cases, they didn't. So, in come the missionaries with stories of God's redemptive plan through Jesus, and something inside them sparks to life. Purpose, hope, dreams, LIFE, MEANING. Its not that I have anything against humanitarian relief effort; it's just that when the money, food, clothes, etc are gone, what is left? Thats why I love missions. Missionaries can't meet every need. But when the missionaries leave, they leave hope and peace and purpose/meaning. They leave the revelation of the true God and His precious Son, Jesus Christ. They leave ETERNAL LIFE. Freedom. It's the most humbling thing, when God uses you to bring freedom to a thousand, a hundred, ten, even one person who had no hope before. Who never believed hope existed in the first place. I may never see this boy again. I'll likely never know if he actually met Jesus that weekend. But one thing I do know, that weekend he heard the message of Jesus, who came into the world to bring eternal life to all those who believe. That is why I love missions.