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" You can’t mean me Lord", I cried in protest, " A missionary, me? Surely You jest! " " I am the last one that You should choose! " " Just think of the children You could loose!" " Remember the way I failed before? " And that wasn’t the first time, there’s so many more." " I can’t, I mustn’t, I’m just not able." " You’ve had to carry me right from the cradle!" " Do not fear, my son", I seemed to hear, " It’s not your skill that counts, I will be near." " You can do all things, through Me, your Guide. " There’s no task too great, no mountain too high." " But Lord ", I complained, " My job, my career ! " " There’s the mortgage to pay, and my friends are here!" " But none the less Lord, Here am I, send me, " " If You think I can do it, then so let it be! " Suddenly I felt like a five year old child, I ran and I laughed, went totally wild! A Joy sprang up, down deep in my heart, I was so happy, couldn’t wait to start! I jumped into my car and drove to the dealer, I said, " This thing is for sale, go ahead and steal her!" The house was sold in less than a week, Amazing considering the market was bleak! Then the day came to tell my boss, I thought he would say that my mind I had lost, But I didn’t care, with each passing day, God was confirming, showing the Way! What eluded me now was just where I was going, Should I pack for the heat, or would it be snowing? The excitement grew with rejoicing, until… I found out His Plan , " Lord I could get killed!" "Cambodia !", I said, That can’t be right, " I prayed for confirming, and it came that night. I expected He would tell me not to worry or fret, That I would be safe, on that I could bet. But, Instead came a verse, coursing through my brain; " … to live is Christ, and to die is gain." " All right", I cried, " Let Your will be done ". " Cambodia it is, Phnom Penh here I come! " * * * The other night I had a dream, With four years in Cambodia, and all that I’ve seen, The meaning was clear and I’ll tell it to you, In case you also can see that it’s true. I stood in a prison, great sadness within. There was just darkness, no light could come in. A bondage so great was holding me there, No way to get out, only despair! After a time the Warden came by, He motioned to follow and I didn’t ask why. "You are free! " He declared, " Take nothing, Just go. " I could scarcely believe it! He meant it I know! I started to walk, and soon I was running, I looked behind me, Any guards coming? To my amazement, no guards, gate, or bars, Were there to be seen, not even closed doors! I ran back to the others, who were in there with me, " You can go! ", I screamed, " You’re not prisoners, You’re free!" But they just looked, with a blank vacant stare, Shook their heads sadly, and said, " We don’t dare. " " You see, there are payments to make, " " And our friends are all here, " " And then there’s our jobs, " " We can’t leave our careers! " So I turned and I walked, back into the Light. I felt sorry for those, who were trapped in that plight. The chains and the bars, we make for ourselves, And when Jesus says, " Go ", we say, " Send someone else. " -- Greg Fothergill |
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