Dear Reader, My Name is Bob Blincoe.

I am thinking of my friends. Some friends stayed with me through bitter days. I would be back-to-back with them if we were the last good guys on earth. Some friends don’t want to see me again. One protected me when there was a price on my head; his name is known to God. One friend cried pretty hard in my arms last summer; our Lord has made him “a man of sorrows, acquainted with grief.” Some friends stopped listening to the rest of us; I do not know what more we could have done. One died slowing down at a hairpin turn on a road; his killer was never found. One friend who was closer than a brother began making up things and spreading them about. I forgive him. It still hurts.  I am thinking of my friends. I would like to see them again.

If you are interested, you can read more about me here. And here.

I am a pastor, a missionary, a teacher. I am a husband, a father and a grandfather. On Sunday morning my wife and I pedal our tandem bike to worship with Pima Indians on a reservation near our home in Arizona.

It is a rare providence in a man’s life everything converges in a million-to-one chance to change the world. I believe the most important thing our world needs is sending ten times as many Christian missionaries to “the regions beyond,” where the needs are so great. This is my chance to change the world.

If you want to see nations beat their swords into plowshares, send missionaries.

If you want to rescue your own lives from empty, wasted days, send missionaries.

If you want to see the truth of the Bible made known everywhere, “so that the nations might glorify God for His mercy,” send missionaries.

If you can think of anything better than that you will have to tell me, because I can’t.

But we must solve a problem of our own making.

A breach has opened up between churches and mission societies. I wrote my doctoral dissertation on this topic. Dr. Ralph D. Winter was my mentor.) This breach must be repaired. More about that starting here.