I came across a scripture in my studies this morning that I know we are all familiar with.
Jesus went through all the towns and villages, teaching in their synagogues, proclaiming the good news of the kingdom and healing every disease and sickness. When he saw the crowds, he had compassion on them, because they were harassed and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd. Then he said to his disciples, “The harvest is plentiful but the workers are few. Ask the Lord of the harvest, therefore, to send out workers into his harvest field.” Matthew 9:35-38
Dear strong and faithful Christian woman, it made me think of you. Could it be that 2000 years ago Jesus told His disciples to pray for you?
I believe so.
As I look at this world and contemplate the evil that multiplies daily, I wonder just how long the world as we know it will continue. Make no mistake, we are in our last days. Of this, I have no doubt.
Many of us will soon be whisked away. Those that stay will endure even more turmoil, the likes of which this world has never known.
Does that make you weep for those left behind? It does me. I think of my loved ones, and even relatives who–if they don’t make some different choices–will be left here. The thought makes my stomach turn.
The harvest is plentiful.
There are millions of people in this world who do not know the name of Jesus. And worse yet, there are those who know His name, but not His saving grace. They do not know He is God in the flesh, or anything other than “just a man in history.”
Without workers, they may never know.
Jesus knew this as He looked around at the crowds. Like sheep, they knew no better. They walked around in their lives with no direction.
He had compassion. And His compassion led Him to tell His disciples to pray for workers. I believe that when they prayed for workers it was not just for that day. It was for the last 2000 years, and any remaining years we are gifted.
I believe He was talking about you and I.
Make no mistake, you and I are in a mission field right now, whether we are conscious of it or not. It could be at work, at school, in a foreign country, in your own church, or even at the side of a crib, or child’s bed.
Will you work for the harvest that is ripe?
Mission work is hard Friends. I know. I have traveled the world. I have felt immeasurable joy, unfathomable grief, and mind-numbing fear. Each day is different.
But please, be comforted Friends. As you face your day, know that 12 men who followed Jesus around each day for years prayed for you. Know that unmeasurable readers in the body of Christ have read these words over the last two millennium and stopped to pray for you.
And lastly, don’t forget to pray for each other.
Though we are far apart, we travel together.