Opening a Hornet S Nest

Working as a missioner in a foreign land involves a heart deeply rooted in human sacrifice; there’s a global awareness of being a migrant perceived to be a great challenge, filled with trials. God and his people as a top priority, generates that spontaneity to work tirelessly; though difficulties may constantly dwell in the conundrum of life as a missioner. But with strong faith and determination, it’s gonna be a triumph of expectation; while experiences that shape us within provide us with identity and optimism. In the language of mysteries we profess, there’s a gift of spiritual vision in our midst; it’s how God makes us come to be his disciples through relationships between faith and evidence. At times our pride and self-love dominate us in our encounter with people across cultures; dubbed as a form of blindness that needs conversion as we come to grips with issues in our mission. Like those daffodils and others in the garden, those small buds on the twigs that pop up earlier it means that spring is just around the corner same thing with our episodes that life brings each year. But for some whose recurring themes of sacrifice, pass through a gauntlet of missionary ideals; with great spirit of loyalty to their religious journey indeed, a battle cry, a gospel cry that sounds spiritual. We remember Jesus’ encounter with the blind man with whom he tells him to wash in the pool of Siloam; just after he anoints his eyes with spittle and clay, he heals him with a miracle of sight and blessing. It’s our continuing hope and prayer this time as we move along and believe in God’s command; that he may gift us that healing in our journey both physical and spiritual in our whole ministry.