If you want to be a martyr, go for it. Go into Somali and stop hiding behind mommy's skirt.
I’ve been thinking off and on this morning about my evangelism trips to Africa.
I was robbed at gunpoint of a small amount of money by an armed Christian militia in Malawi. Yet at the same time, I stayed in a run down hotel in Blantyre that housed two UN soldiers, and a Malawi army unit sat directly outside the window of my ground floor room every night. I didn’t ask for them to be there. A small band of armed rebels in a jeep were raiding an isolated mountainous area where I was evangelizing. I don’t know how close they came to me, I never saw them, but the locals feared for their lives and mine.
In Mozambique I was robbed of a more substantial amount of money by a corrupt border guard. When I objected and asked to speak with the person in charge of the post, my interpreter quickly stepped in, apologized to the guard, and told me to be quiet and leave immediately. She later told me that my life was more important than the money. An hour later we were unknowingly walking beside a mine field that hadn’t been cleared. Locals were terrified when they saw it and rushed to warn us, showing us where it was safe to walk around bombed out villages.
In Kenya I was stalked by a man in Kisumu who intended to rob me as I walked around Lake Victoria. I was warned of the danger and shown a way to elude the bandit, who was waiting down the road to ambush me.
In Zimbabwe I was confronted at the airport in Harare by a soldier pointing a machine gun at my belly. Through no fault of mine, my paperwork wasn’t in order. There was a line on the floor that I was told not to step over. I was assured by an airline representative (who worked diligently in the middle of the night to get me a new visa) that if stepped across the line I would be shot. I was warned by hotel staff never to venture out of the hotel alone. It wasn’t safe there.
If you had any conviction in your nonsense, you'd put yourself in danger for the Lord.
You sound like the devil. I was in a bit of danger at times, but wisely avoided it when possible.
But, you feel good condemning others, hiding.
I haven’t condemned anyone and I haven’t hidden, not that there is anything wrong with hiding when confronted with danger.