God has always been a family man.  He loves us with a desperate love and when we were kidnapped and taken away to a far country to be held hostage, he set in motion a plan to get us back.

I always felt compassion for those living in the prisons of pain and despair, but it wasn't until later in life that I began to connect the dots and see that what I felt was an echo of the pain and longing that God himself feels for his lost family.

He wants his family back and he has put in place a plan to set free those of us held in the dark dungeons of captivity.  The plan is to deputize his sons and daughters and to give them the keys to unlock every jail cell man ever designed.

We call them "missionaries," a tired, threadbare word that conjures up connotations of women in long dresses and army boots or guys wearing pith helmets, or worse, an ugly American bringing some watered down Sunday school lesson to those living outside his compound.

Nothing could be further from the truth.  Yes, we have a mission, but we don't belong to some poverty-stricken, backward little organization.  We serve the Lord of all glory whose heart pounds for his children, and we've been given an assignment that entails adventure and risk.  We are rescuers and change agents who have been equipped with power to reverse the second law of thermodynamics.  Too many of us have lost the plot. We go to our schools and workplaces apologetic.  God calls us "more than conquerors," and his children around the world are living that way.

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