I was deeply challenged when reading about a group of early-twentieth-century missionaries. They became known as one-way missionaries because they packed all their earthly belongings into coffins and purchased one-way tickets when they departed for their mission field. They knew they would never return home.
The story is told of one such missionary named A. W. Milne who felt called to a tribe of headhunters in the New Hebrides. All of the other missionaries to this tribe had been martyred, but that didn’t keep Milne from packing his belongings into his future coffin and giving all of himself to this high calling.
He lived among this tribe for thirty-five years and never returned home. When the tribe buried him, they wrote the following epitaph on his tombstone: “When he came there was no light. When he left there was no darkness.”
What a risk.
What a move of God.
When did we start playing not to lose, instead of playing to win? When did we start believing that God wanted us to play it safe and hope that He would in His sovereignty perform His plan in our cities?
I’m determined to sell-out to Jesus’ mission.
Perhaps a little more violence in our prayer and faith would allow us to take the world by force.
Like Abraham step out before you know where you’re headed.
Like Paul, demand to appear before Caesar, just so you can make it to Rome.
Let ‘if I perish, I perish’ become your mantra.
Remember the greatest and first commandment is to love the Lord thy God with all thy might.