"Oh, I thought you were a missionary." -Chuck

I visited chubby little Payton last night with Steve. Of course the parents were home as well. Since the arrival of their first born son two months ago, Chuck and Nan can seldom join us for social activities so naturally there was some catching up to do.

"I had an interview on Monday."

"Really? Where?"

"At Metropolitan Talent Agency."

"Oh, you're not going to be working at another missions agency?"

The idea of working in one job my entire life is not at all appealing to me. If I was not restricted by time, ability, or education, there are hundreds of jobs I would like to take a stab at. I have already accumilated the titles teacher and mission mobilizer. To me, having the heart of a missionary is far more important than having the title of a missionary.

Please allow my thoughts to carry me away in speculations at this time. When I look back at the past twelve years of my life, missions have been central. After my Mom's death, I became severely disillusioned about human relationships. Prior to this ground shattering in my life understanding, relationships were the central basis for meaning in my life - family, friends, love, etc. I gradually shifted the focus of meaning in life to the cause of missions. It seemed more stable and trustworthy. I was so willing to sacrifice my relationships for the cause. How ironic to find that the more I got involved in missions the more I saw that even the cause of missions is based upon relationships. Well, I am only speculating all this. I don't even know if it's really true. I'm just saying that it could be.