650,000 Hours

I want to do missions. I've fed that line to probably more than 100 people in the last 3 months. During my time at cosmetology school, every client that would come in would inevitably ask the question "so whats your plan once you graduate?" They would throw it in right after "So how much longer you have in school?" which I'm convinced was their not-so-subtle attempt at hypothesizing the chances of getting their hair screwed up that day. Eh, you get whatcha pay for.
However once it became clear that it had to be the Holy Spirit giving me a strong desire to do overseas missions I started giving that as my answer. "What do you wanna do after you graduate? I wanna do missions." Which would then evoke a myriad of replies such as the immediate response of "Oh where do you go to church at?" or "oh you must go to that bethel church?" (which is a post for another day folks.... no really) or my personal favorite "you make any money doing that?". And so in all the responses and all the feedback from friends and family I kept expecting that at some point I was sure to change my mind and realize I do actually want to just live normally and decently, close to home. But I didn't and I haven't and I don't. I want to do missions. Gospel centered missions. And for me I feel like thats gonna look like teaching the gospel to people that would otherwise not hear of it. The beautiful precious gospel of Jesus' love and death and redemption for us. I want to be used to bring that incredibly great news to people who would not be able to know it otherwise. Even though I definetely wont "make any money doing that". Because when Jesus comes back with a sword and kills everybody till blood runs in the streets we are not gonna care what our hair looked like or what kind of car we drove or the brands we wore. Thats all gonna burn. Theres only one thing that lasts forever and thats peoples' souls. I think I want to spend my life on those.