A Pacific Island

August 2


We anchor our fishing boad off an unchartered tiny island in the pacific.
We paddle a skiff to a small beach and walk up a patch to some huts on stilts. Clothes hang on crude racks near two smoldering fires. A few chickens mill about but not a soul in sight. It is eerie. I feel we are being watched by whoever just left those fires.

Now I have an inkling how missionaries must feel going to a remote area to share the Gospel. Their faith must be bigger than their fears. Is mine?

“Go therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son and of the Holy Ghost: teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you: and know I am with you always, even to the end of the world.”(Matthew 28:19-20)