Today I am reading some very thought provoking material on what it means to be a missionary.
The main crux of the argument is that we as Christians have to escape our perception of the world as Christian and non-Christian.
That being a missionary is about throwing yourself into the existential reality of what it means to be alive and encounter situations and human realities that are shared across time, culture, and geography.
As a missionary we are inviting people back into a true, intimate, and open discussion of their life and allowing them the love and security to have a companion in that discussion.
The conversion process isn’t one of beliefs or tenets of faith it’s an experience of ones self and that true selfs encounter with absence and presence of the living God.
Only in this experience can one rejoice in the gospel and be truly born again in a new life that seems foolishly happy and loving to the world.
It is in this experience and being born again that one then can rejoice as Jesus did and proclaim ““The time has come,” he said. “The kingdom of God has come near. Repent and believe the good news!”“