AARON COMPTON
Go To Nations Missionary to Honduras
CFNI Graduate December 2013
CFNI Graduate December 2013
I still remember the day when I met the little girl. It was the day that changed my entire life. Let me back up just a bit and tell you my story. Missions was not my plan coming into Christ For The Nations Institute. All my life I’ve been a musician and I was absolutely set on becoming part of CFNI’s worship team and I desired to be famous around the world for my talents.
Well, that’s not quite what happened and it all began with a curiosity to learn Spanish that started in high school and traveled over to CFNI. It was to the point that I switched to all the Spanish classes and I spent more time with the Spanish school than I did with the English students. I knew there was a draw to Latin America and their culture, but I was still “holding out” for my dream of worship stardom. Then it happened. The God moment every missionary talks about.
Well, that’s not quite what happened and it all began with a curiosity to learn Spanish that started in high school and traveled over to CFNI. It was to the point that I switched to all the Spanish classes and I spent more time with the Spanish school than I did with the English students. I knew there was a draw to Latin America and their culture, but I was still “holding out” for my dream of worship stardom. Then it happened. The God moment every missionary talks about.
My first missions trip was not with CFNI, but the story ties into CFNI so hold on! My first missions trip I went to Ensenada, Mexico with my youth group and we built homes, we ministered to the sick, and we fed the hungry. One day we had the plan to go and feed a remote village in the mountains and bring them a devotional.
We packed and squished into the bus with all our gear sloshing around as we trekked up the mountain. We get to the top of the mountain where our little tent was set up and it was FULL! People were EVERYWHERE! We get out and we are setting up and there were so many people I couldn’t see the end of the line. So we do our little songs and our message, pray, and get ready to serve the food. As we are serving I am helping translate and oversee the food and I realize that there seems to be way more people than food. Me, being a good Christian, said ya know “Lord multiply this food and also...please don’t make me be the one to tell them there is no food.”
I spoke the most Spanish of the group and people don’t really like when you tell them after walking for miles that there is no food. So sure enough, it is my turn to scoop the rice and the soup and people are STILL coming. I’m serving and saying “Gracias, Dios te bendiga.” And then..I pull up an empty ladle. In front of me is this mother and her daughter who was the most beautiful little girl you’ve ever seen with big brown eyes, and long hair tied in pig tails. She looks up at me with a smile and holds her little pink bowl up to me and says, “Sopa por favor.”
I lost it. There was nothing I could do. The food was gone. We walked away empty handed having given away even the utensils we served with. From that moment my heart was absolutely broken and I begged God to let me come back and do SOMETHING! I had to help! I couldn’t go back to my comfortable bed and food whenever I wanted it when there are children starving. Let me do SOMETHING, ANYTHING Lord! I’ll do it!
We packed and squished into the bus with all our gear sloshing around as we trekked up the mountain. We get to the top of the mountain where our little tent was set up and it was FULL! People were EVERYWHERE! We get out and we are setting up and there were so many people I couldn’t see the end of the line. So we do our little songs and our message, pray, and get ready to serve the food. As we are serving I am helping translate and oversee the food and I realize that there seems to be way more people than food. Me, being a good Christian, said ya know “Lord multiply this food and also...please don’t make me be the one to tell them there is no food.”
I spoke the most Spanish of the group and people don’t really like when you tell them after walking for miles that there is no food. So sure enough, it is my turn to scoop the rice and the soup and people are STILL coming. I’m serving and saying “Gracias, Dios te bendiga.” And then..I pull up an empty ladle. In front of me is this mother and her daughter who was the most beautiful little girl you’ve ever seen with big brown eyes, and long hair tied in pig tails. She looks up at me with a smile and holds her little pink bowl up to me and says, “Sopa por favor.”
I lost it. There was nothing I could do. The food was gone. We walked away empty handed having given away even the utensils we served with. From that moment my heart was absolutely broken and I begged God to let me come back and do SOMETHING! I had to help! I couldn’t go back to my comfortable bed and food whenever I wanted it when there are children starving. Let me do SOMETHING, ANYTHING Lord! I’ll do it!
When the day came that they handed me the slip of paper and I had the choices of majors. For years and years I would’ve said worship major - no question. After being able to meet with the Missions Director at the time and hear his heart for the nations, I heard the same cry from him that I cried six years earlier; let me do SOMETHING, ANYTHING Lord! I’ll do it!
I checked that Missions Major box and my life has never been the same. Missions isn’t a special call to a chosen few. It is a choice to be used by God to give our “something” to Him and see the blessing happen wherever we go. Now God is using me across Latin America to spread the message that they too can share the hope of Christ with a lost and starving world. Now, its your turn.
I checked that Missions Major box and my life has never been the same. Missions isn’t a special call to a chosen few. It is a choice to be used by God to give our “something” to Him and see the blessing happen wherever we go. Now God is using me across Latin America to spread the message that they too can share the hope of Christ with a lost and starving world. Now, its your turn.
