There is a vast mission field right here in the United States of America.
This mission field is often utterly neglected. Usually it's considered the domain of secular groups or government programs. "The Government will take care of them," we say.
It is not an exciting or romantic mission field. You get your hands dirty. Drunks throw up on you. You're surrounded by utter hopelessness day-in and day-out.
You are dealing day-by-day and hour-by-hour with people who have been chewed up and spit out by the world, people whom the enemy has dragged through the lowest of low places. People who need food, clothing, and a place to sleep, but don't have a penny to their name with which to pay for it. Men, women, and children of all ages - from the newborn baby to the elderly grandmother.
It's an endless mission field. One with a continual supply of work. One with no glamour and rarely even a "thank you."
This is the mission field of the gospel rescue mission.
The great evangelist Billy Sunday was saved at a rescue mission and went on to reach millions for Christ. His biography aptly describes mission work: