When you think of a missionary, a blurry image probably comes to 
mind. You might think of a brave soul, one of superhuman faith, without 
sin, walking daily in miracles the rest of us long to see once in a 
lifetime, joyfully giving up privilege for the sake of the higher call… 
Wait a second, that’s not what I thought of. When I thought of a
 missionary, I thought of someone who is socially awkward, wearing 
clothes that look a little funny, who talks about things normal people 
don't care about, a person forced out of their own culture and striving 
for acceptance in another. Then I became one. I didn't set
 out to become one and to tell you the truth, I actually laugh when I 
think of myself as a missionary. Honestly, I have no place in my mind–at
 least no place that a real human being could inhabit–under the category
 of 'missionary'. They can be a saint or an oddball, or probably
 a bit of both, but a normal person with fear and desire, sins and 
forgiveness? Never. When I went overseas to follow “the Lord’s 
call”–as Christians often say–I experienced the thrill of seeing 
students come to Christ, the difficulty of learning a new language, the 
excitement of being a part of a team, heartbreak of rejection, and the 
joy of being satisfied in Christ alone. All of these experiences were 
against the constant background of living like a foreigner in a foreign 
land. In short, I went to the other side of the world to tell people about Jesus, and found Him.

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