When a friend calls me on the phone and asks me to financially support his mission trip, I think in my head, “Wow, that’s great. What a perfect way to live God’s love out loud.” When he then tells me the destination for the mission trip is Hawaii, I think, “I am not giving you a nickel.” Is that horrible to say? Probably, but I just have a hard time supporting mission trips to resort areas. Don’t get me wrong, I understand that people in Hawaii need God too. I get that skiiers in Aspen need to hear about the Lord and that maybe the sandy shores of the Cayman Islands are the perfect place to witness. But given how many broken places are on this planet it always strikes me as odd when we decide that a week in London is going to be our mission trip for the year. (This might be the post that gets me struck by lightning.)
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