If anyone out there was keeping track, I probably shouldn’t be a missionary. If my compliance with "the law" determined my salvation, I wouldn’t even really be saved at all. I can be a mix of good & bad, messy & selfish. I can lose focus and allow criticism to fill my thought life. There are of course good things about me too, but when I live out of my own strengths, I can forget who I am meant to be and all that I have been saved from.
From the sickness of sin I have been healed. Hallelujah, for I am a sinner who has been saved. Saved, not by blindly following a set of rules or laws, but by the immeasurable sacrifice of a loving Savior.
I didn’t earn any of this. Because I have been undeservingly saved, I must live life missionally.
I would be disqualified by the law, but I am saved by grace & that is exactly why I should be a missionary, so that others may know.
It is not about us perfectly upholding the law, or doing the best we can during our lifetime simply to get by or to make it to the end goal of heaven. It is about daily dying to yourself, fully understanding and never forgetting the massive gift of grace we have been given. It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick. I know how much the love of God has impacted my life. How it has taken me and given me beauty for ashes, how it has given me joy for mourning.
I’ve seen what God can do with a sinner like me & I want others to have that chance. In remembering how desperately I need my Savior- that is what motivates me to be a missionary, so that others may know.