I feel like since I've started this blog I should revise the name to The Mundane Life of Hazel Cade. Life has been a little short on adventure lately. There was a time when City and I had a rule that we would set a limit on only doing one wild, impulsive thing per year. Then it become a goal-- to do a least one wild thing per year. I've now tired of dating adventures and settled into a vocation and house. I've done my skydiving, summers at national parks, working at a ranch, nose piercing, hair dying, seedy club exploring, blind dating, and white water kayaking. What does this leave?
At small group last night there was a couple promoting short-term missions to tribal villages. This is something I have not done. Is it bad to feel the conflict of wanting to go as an adventure even when I know money spent for missions accomplishes a lot more when sent to national workers? My plane ticket could probably cover the salaries of a few workers for a year. Hmmm... I need to think more on that.
At small group last night there was a couple promoting short-term missions to tribal villages. This is something I have not done. Is it bad to feel the conflict of wanting to go as an adventure even when I know money spent for missions accomplishes a lot more when sent to national workers? My plane ticket could probably cover the salaries of a few workers for a year. Hmmm... I need to think more on that.
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I'm pretty sure you were looking for me to recommend a link, so I'll oblige. It's a piece against missions as "Christian tourism:"
http://www.culture-making.com/search/results/52badcb4a8ac8d803e70d4a7ef01d58f/
P Doom finally convinces me to read more from one of his man crushes. Good stuff there.
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