I BECAME A MISSIONARY

When I was a small child a missionary came to my church representing work being done in the Solomon Islands. His name was Neil Morley. He had a slide screen and projector and a few items from the Solomon Islands that he displayed on the front table near the projector screen. He introduced himself and began showing pictures. He had lots of pictures and spoke at length about each one. His presentation was extremely long. I don’t know just how long, but I do know some people left before he finished.

Me, I sat on the front row closest to him as he gave his presentation. And I was totally engrossed to the very end. I hung on every word. That Sunday night, in my heart, I became a missionary.