BWANA ASIFIWE

My Call to Missions

It was the fall of 2004 and I was on my first mission trip, never for a moment thinking that God had a life-altering experience awaiting me more than 8,000 miles from home. Although in a group of 27 Christians, I was alone and in a position to be totally dependent on my Savior to give me the courage to make it through the experience.

I tried to gather myself together and walked down the flights of stairs to the dining room.  There was the team.  Nothing had changed.  Those insignificant feelings once again washed over me.  I was intimidated.  I began to doubt the experience in the shower not too many minutes earlier.  Seated by myself at a table in the crowded dining room, I pulled out my Bible and began to read:  

“You did not choose me, but I chose you and appointed you to go and bear fruit-fruit that will last. Then the Father will give you whatever you ask in my name…” (John 15:16 NIV).  

All I could ask … the only words I could utter were, “Lord use me to bear fruit that glorifies Your name.”  I didn’t know how.  I had no idea even when.  All I knew was that God called, I surrendered, and the rest was up to Him.