Richard Scarey's Adventure

Two years ago around May a few of my friends took a long trip to the south end of the world. They spent months getting ready for this trip and everything it might hold. It wasn't actually the end of the world but the southern hemisphere. They went to Lima, Peru. They left the day of my birthday too, which made me even sadder. They were gone for two weeks and I guess it was a huge adventure for them. They told us of the stories that happened while they were there.

They went all over, looking at lots of sights, mountains, the ocean, and they bought tons of cool things there made of llama wool that they brought back and showed us. But the more important thing is that they were allowed to stay with families and help missionaries build churches (or actually tear down bricks to build a chruch), and help spread the Gospel to children all around. It was a pretty touching story. Sounded like fun and it was such a great ministry. I wanted to go next time around. Unfortunately, our pastor had to leave us the year after that and so that oppurtuity hasn't come up again.

Last summer, I went to camp just to camp there, (I wasn't working this time) and our morning speaker was talking about his missionary trips to Venezuela I think. He was telling us about the people he met, and how they were so touched by their help and so attentive to what they were saying to them. He also explained the conditions that they were living in down there, and it made me sad that people were forced to live like that. I wanted to help them.

Also last summer, (during one of the weeks I WAS working), we watched a video about missionaries in Europe. It explained the troubling times that missionaries in Europe were having outreaching to people. You see, in poverty countries like Venezuela the people are so despereate they willingly accept the Gospel all around, but the people in Europe are so comfortable and well off they don't see a need for the Gospel. They believe that they live fine the way they do so God isn't relevant in their lives. Europe was in desperate need for missionaries who were persistent to help out in these countries. It seemed like a difficult journey, but with great rewards, as they showed one of the few videos of a saved man expressing his joy in the Lord. I felt so sad for those people, I wanted to help them too.

Wouldn't you know as I was entering my junior year in high school people are asking me what I want to do with my life, and seriously I have no idea. I think though, "Is God putting a heart in me to be a missionary?" Right there, the other half of my heart dropped. That was the scarriest thing I could ever think about. I can't imagine how I could do that. And I'm still unsure if God just wants me to help, or actually do it. I'm still a junior so thins aren't actually figured out yet. But if this is that, I have a very scarey adventure coming up.