The Hills of Missions

It is staggering the amount of decisions that have to be made even before becoming a missionary to a foreign field. From amount needed per month to whether retirement is important or not, the decisions keep flowing. Even Uncle Sam gets his piece. All these decision got me thinking and praying.
It got me thinking and yearning for the days when it did not matter the amount and retirement was not a chance much less a thought. All that mattered was that God was on your side and you were doing His work. Have we become so faithless that we have to put a price tag on the work of God? At what point do we say that we have done too much and put a strangle hold on God’s work?
We have become so busy making sure God does not use those who are not worthy or who might mar His name that we have forgotten that He is God and can handle His own decision on who serves Him and who does not. I am sure if Saul/Paul approached a mission agency today, he would be turned away due to past indiscretions.
Checks and balances are necessary, but it seems we have become a Christian society that in missions is only interested in the longevity rather than results, and more interested in a clean truck rather than a useful productive one.

But I will climb that hill and reach the top, whatever it takes. My calling is sure and my heart strong; though, my flesh is vastly weaker. I will cross the t's and dot the i's so as to be accountable and sure. The chance, the opportunity to serve my God is one that I will climb a millions hills to attain to.