It was the summer of 1999. I was nearing the end of a highly impactful mission’s trip to Tijuana, Mexico, and we were sitting around a campfire singing praise songs and sharing about what we had learned that week. And in a moment of complete sincerity, and possibly following the crowd, I declared before my high school youth group and fellow mission’s workers that I was feeling called to missions and I was going to continue on with Spanish 4 during my upcoming senior year.
And then I returned home. And a few weeks later I started to feel the opposite of called to missions. And then school started, and I remember very clearly walking to my first Spanish 4 class and turning to my friend and saying, “you know, I really don’t feel like being in this class. When am I ever going to need...Read More