August 5,2013
One on a fishing trip off the coast of Panama we venture ashore to a small island.
There are clothes hanging on wooden racks, the huts are empty, chickens milling about
and two smiling fires but not a soul in sight.
I know we are being watched from the nearby jungle. I have a inkling now how missionaries
must have felt entering going to a remote area. Is my faith stronger than my fear?
"Go therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, the Son and
the Holy Ghost: teaching them all things I have commanded you: and know that I am with
you always, even to the end of the earth." (Matthew 28: 19-20)
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