The Vision...

It was 4:00 in the morning. Sound asleep moments ago, but not anymore. A phone call jolted me up from dreamland. Now I am sweating....profusely. Edgy, nervous, and fidgety. Above all, my head aches. Been thinking too much.
The phone call was from the MMHQ-- Micronesian Mission Head Quarters, on Guam. Something had gone wrong, terribly wrong. Undercover missionaries in Indonesia, whom the MMHQ had sent out, were discovered. Their cover was blown. Indonesian police, along with Muslim fanatics, had raided their compound. They now await their sentencing at 9:00 in the morning. 2 hours from my time zone. Like that country did not produce enough trouble already.
It had been a bold plan. Daring... Who would have notice the difference between a Micronesian and an Indonesian? The day, that fateful day, more than 12 believing Micronesians volunteered for service, for God's work, in Indonesia. It had been a wonderful day. Potluck, speeches, laughters, and tears. Then the day at the airport-- Wonpat International Airport.
It was all coming to an end. Or is it just the beginning? Wonder if the press had picked up on it....


That picture, fictious as it is, represent the ache that many Micronesians felt for mission works. When will Micronesia take its place among the nations in the Great Commission. When will they take their place in the book of Martyrs? scary as that maybe, dying for the Lord is yet to be experience in this part of the world.
The time is ripe, but limited. Our golden opportunity is infront of us. The awareness for Mission work is at an all time high. Hundreds of PIBC students graduate, then fade away in the din of today's crowd. Somebody has to come up with a plan-- fast.

Let it start with you.