Last year I traveled to Fiji, New Zealand, Indonesia and the Philippines as a missionary. Many people assumed that I was on a holiday. But the reality is that while these places have guests that stay at private beach cabanas you see on commercials, I was nowhere near those exotic resorts. Instead, I was in the dirty, odiferous towns where the local people stood outside their shops and shouted prices at me, some even guilting me enough to buy whatever they were selling. To say I was overwhelmed is an understatement. So why do people become missionaries? Why would anyone want to work tirelessly without pay? That’s right, missionaries do not receive any monetary payment. But I believe they have the most important job of all. Missionaries have the honor of sharing God’s love with people, some who have never even heard the words “you are loved” before. Can you imagine an entire people group having no idea that that they have value, that they are special, that they are loved? Children grow up thinking that they have no divine purpose. THAT is what missionaries work to reverse. Sometimes just a simple friendship can change the course of a person’s life. So if I could do all of this and get paid, I would pay the fees for a child’s schooling. I would provide child prostitutes a way out of the dead end they find themselves in. I would show people that they are loved. I would be a missionary.