The Missionary Once upon a time, you were called to this, “your” country. You came, saw and adjusted. While the strenuous life of “the field” came, saw and took over. Food was not like home, but this new country being your new home, you adjusted to the new food – while folks “back home” continued sending the old food. So, you had double. You somehow grew bigger, which by times made you feel uncomfortable as you were ministering to people who did not. You needed the “double” strength, as the demands of the field were more than your old frame could bear. And now you’re in the “squeaking and creaking” age, but you keep reassuring the congregation back home that you can just grin and bear it. But deep down, the cracks in your earthen vessel show up on the outside. And start bothering those who’ve sent and supported you throughout the years. “Shouldn’t you get back home now?”, they ask, unaware that “this” country is now your home. “Aren’t you becoming a risk?” the missionary hea...