Kneeling to say their prayers, they asked, “Mother, where
are we going to get some more food? Do
you think Papa knows where we are?”
Their mother assured them that their heavenly Father knows where they
are and what they needed. They prayed.
Thirty kilometers away, in the middle of the night, God woke
up the deacon of the only church in that place and instructed him. “Get out of
bed. Harness your horse, hitch the horse to the sled, load up all the extra
vegetables that the church has harvested, the meat, and the other food that the
group has collected, and take it to that pastor’s family living outside the
village. They are hungry!”
The deacon said, “But, Lord. I can’t do that! It’s below
zero outside. My horse might freeze and
I might freeze!”
The Holy Spirit told him. “You must go! The pastor’s family
is in trouble.”
The man argued, “Lord, you’ve got to know that there are
wolves everywhere. They could eat my
horse and if they do, they’ll then eat me! I’ll never make it back.”
But the Holy Spirit told him, “You don’t have to come
back. You just have to go.”
So he did, making several trips to the needy family in the months that followed.
Last week during our annual mission meeting, we heard
stories of how God is at work from Vietnam to Thailand, from Laos to
Indonesia. We were challenged by our IMB
president, David Platt, that the measure of our success as missionaries is not
how many we baptize, the number of churches we start, or how many leaders we
train, as important as all of these are.
But our ultimate goal, in the midst of all our hard work, is simply to
be faithful. When the Lord calls, we go.
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