“I am not my own. I am bought with a price.” The woman recited the words quietly, without power of voice or presence. A petite, white-haired woman in a simple polyester dress, she spoke simply and matter-of-factly as she told the small youth group her story. 

Although I had read many stories of cross-cultural workers, she was one of the first I had heard give her story in person. Her name was Orlena Boyle, and she spent almost 50 years serving overseas, first in China and then Japan. In my teen years, she lived in our denomination’s retirement home, and thus became a part of my congregation. The youth group leaders had invited her to give her testimony to us, the youth group. Of all that she said that evening, I simply remember her paraphrasing of 1 Corinthians 6:19-20: “I am not my own. I am bought with a price.”

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