Word in a desolate land

Looking at a people group with almost a million members and less than 1% know the Father is staggering. But here on this island I feel as though The Lord gave me a word. In my quiet time I was reading Isaiah 51. Here's what I think The Lord showed me.

Verses 1-2 "Listen to me, you who pursue righteousness and who seek The Lord: look to the rock from which you were cut and to the quarry from which you were hewn; look to Abraham, your father, and to Sarah, who gave you birth. When I called him he was but one, and I blessed him and made him many." Though there are few believers in this place there are some. As I read this it was as though The Lord told me He would bless them and make them many so that many from this tongue will be gathered around the throne.

Verse 5 "My righteousness draws near speedily, My salvation is on the way, and My arm will bring justice to the nations. THE ISLANDS WILL LOOK TO ME and wait in hope for My arm." Wow, there is coming a day when this island will look to Him in hope.

Verse 9 "Awake, awake! Clothe yourself with strength, O arm of The Lord; awake as in days gone by, as in generations of old." The Church must "awake" as in days of old. We must return to the days of Lottie Moon when people thought nothing of giving their life away that others may live. We must like the apostle Paul say "I count all things lost" (Philippians 3:8).

The Lord is asking today, "Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?"

His,

Tom

Horns, happiness, and how?

You cannot be in the country I am in for five minutes without hearing several blasts of vehicle horns. Yesterday our hotel was right across from the town bus station and I was afraid a bus driver was about to go "postal" as I know he was on the horn 45 seconds without letting up. I told Sandy that when I got in to the office next week I was going to honk for about 15 seconds just so she would feel like she were back here in this place.

In spite of the great poverty we see the slightest thing ... Something as simple as a smile and a "hello" can bring great joy and happiness to a person on the street. We are stared at because I am certain we all look the same ... Different to them. So we are stared at and all it takes is a simple "hello" in either their language or ours and they break into a huge grin.  And kids are the same everywhere, some bashful and shy and some gregarious and extroverted but no matter which they are still just kids. It's amazing to me that I have so much and at times can be so "unhappy" and they have great poverty without the hope of eternal life and yet find so much joy in the simple things in life.

So all of this leads me to the "how". Each day a team member has brought a word from the Father. One of the men on the team shared regarding the feeding of the 5000. When the boy is brought to The Lord with his sack lunch, one of the disciples looks at the huge crowd them the meager lunch and asks "what is this when there are so many"? His application was when we look at the masses of people walking in total darkness, what are we, our team of 5, when there are so many. That has been a repetitive theme the past few days and the answer seems clear to me. We can't say the harvest will come in four months ... Life up your eyes and see field after field of precious people desperate for the hope that you and I have. So here it is ... Ready? You sure you are ready? How can we not come with the hope of the gospel?

Before leaving to come here I was contemplating how far if be willing to go to ensure my children had at least heard the gospel and had an opportunity to be saved and the answer is I would go however far was needed to make sure they had a chance to be saved. The Lord then asked me if I thought He died any more for my children then He did for the children here. Did He die for your kids any more than the kids here? NO! So how can we not "Go" when so few of the world know the One who gives hope, purpose, and meaning to life?