How Do I Love Missionaries

I "Good morning. Jesus Loves You," I say To passers by, with my calm shalom I feel good, they feel good. But ought we? Since Columbus sailed the Ocean blue ... There's been a holocaust on the earth The other one, against the environment They can't stop it in the Amazon So, why talk of the last Orangutans In Indonesia, or Malaysia: old Batavia? Yes, I am a pastor, and I love Jesus (Which Jesus? you ask. That's the question) II After these post-Columbian centuries India and China seem to have managed without Jesus It irks me, that with so much clout, empires fail To show the side of Jesus we see individually The Samaritan woman at the well (John 4) The blind beggar who never had eyes, until made for him By Jesus outside the Temple (escaping stoning, yet healing) Read it in John 9. Or the Love of the Father, Luke 15 The one Jesus revealed to us as "Abba." Why not these? I heard Romans 3 (verse 23) and John 14: 6 aplenty It sounded better in my private devotions Shall I mention E. Stanley Jones, Christian ashram (Not Christian Yoga). How to be a missionary And tell them of Jesus. Just Jesus. Not the "civilized economy."