It’s a good thing I didn’t know what waited at the bottom of this particular cliff — I’m not sure I would’ve had the courage to make the leap. When I resigned my position and marshaled my savings last spring, I had little more to go on than a strong impression from God and a hazy vision of something called LightWater Mission. Flushed with the call of adventure and more than a bit proud of my obedient but uncharacteristically risky undertaking, I was convinced the name of Jesus would be splashed all over my steps — for His glory, not mine, of course … though I wouldn’t have minded basking…