My heart was pounding. Van Halen’s “Go ahead, jump” was blaring. I was hooked up, standing on a ledge, about to take my first bungy leap. What on earth was I thinking? I’m not even all that great with heights! Yet I’d made a decision to take up new challenges each year of my 40’s. What if I chicken out? Worse, what if the bungy doesn’t do its job? Trust is a curious thing indeed.

Just got back last night from another hilarious and invigorating meeting...yup I said meeting. A number of various agencies and youthful mission enthusiasts (I'm in the first category I spose) have been getting together regularly to organise what looks set to be an incredible Kiwi mission gathering...if I do say so myself!

What is it about us guys that make us so slow in putting our hands up for long-term mission service? Short-term, for sure. Locally based ministries, absolutely. Bible college courses, yup still going there too. But we seem to be forever praying for more men to train and go…particularly of the single variety. I’m married, and married young for that matter, so I can hardly talk…but I’m going to stick my neck out and say that it seems that women are way more courageous on this front than men.