Delayed Day 1- Be a missionary

Fourteen years ago, a blue-eyed, curly haired little girl sang timidly, “Be a missionary everyday. Tell the world that Jesus is the way.” Sitting in a church in America, the song didn’t mean much to me at the time. Tonight (Friday the 25^th), the song has a whole new meaning. After applying for our visas and eating our first Peruvian meal (Cow’s heart…surprisingly delicious) we went to the local MK’s school. The kids were having a music program to honor and thank their parents. Each child gave his specific reasons for giving thanks to his parents. Although every letter of gratitude was different, one common theme reoccurred. The kids were thankful that their families lived in Peru. At the end of the program, they sang the song “Be a missionary.” The song was set in a whole new light for me. These kids weren’t merely singing about going to Africa or Asia or some other far off land. They were already there. It wasn’t simply a song that ought to be taught to the children’s program at the local church. It was a way of life that was taught through the lives of their parents. “Be a missionary everyday” has never sounded so sweet.