I’m a failed missionary.
I was convicted that I should go.
The Holy Spirit was moving.
My church sent me.
I packed up my bags just like I was leaving in a coffin.
I was so ready to die.
Unfortunately, more missionaries wind up wounded than dead.
I came home in a straitjacket instead of a coffin.
My family was appalled.
My church was confused.
The missionaries said, “These things happen.”
And two years later I can say, “These things happen.”
But they shouldn’t.
And to continue to send innocents into the incinerator is irresponsible.