The Feet That Still Must Go.....

Monday, March 30, 2020

Today I broke down and cried for the first time… The weight of everything finally got to me with a simple text—it was another pastor who was canceling our meeting. I know we all have had our lives thrown into this madness; where there is not normal—there is all new. But, that’s not what brings my tears that just won't stop today. It’s not the loss of school, or the loss of work, or even our finances— it's the complete lost of life. 
You see in the middle of the pandemic, we are waging war— war on a virus YES, but let us not forget there still is another war, a spiritual war. My heart cries today deeply, my heart grieves for the missionaries not able to go, whether it be because of quarantine, because of restrictions, or because of funding. My heart cries for the set backs I feel— this Kingdom sized moments to speak the name of Jesus to those who have never heard, to share the love of a savior, to share the Good News to every corner. We know that the great commission must continue. It must carry on. We are still called to go. Jesus himself declares that the gates of Hell shall not prevail. We are the church and we must go on not just in our good works, but in bring the Gospel to each and every person. Not just in our communities, but to assure that all may come to know him—to the ends of the earth.
During this season we have worked with urgency to work towards our financial goals to get us back on the field. Our family doesn’t just “raise funds,” its so much more. We are raising an army of support, an army of warriors to pray, to support and to wage war to the greatest enemy the world has ever known, and its not COVID-19. No, this enemy is bigger— and his goal is total destruction. 
More than ever, as this virus brings us all face to face with sickness and death, we feel the urgency in our own lives. There still must remains an urgency to proclaim the gospel. Think of all those already in the morgues that never had anyone tell them. I can’t imagine this virus hitting one of the villages still not knowing Jesus, being condemned to die not just one death but two. And as my tears come, I hear the words of Paul in Romans 10.
"How then will they call on him in whom they have not believed? And how are they to believe in him of whom they have never heard? And how are they to hear without someone preaching? And how are they to preach unless they are sent? As it is written, “How beautiful are the feet of those who preach the good news!"
We are still here, we still are working to get to where we know we are called. We are still trusting in God in spite of restrictions, in spite of quarantines, in spite of setbacks, through the funding, through the failures and disappointments— we are here. 
And today, I’m here… On my knees with my sword, tightening up my laces, waiting for the day we can physically “Go.” And as for the tears, I’m going to keep them here and let God have his way with my heart, to keep breaking it for what breaks His and pray for his people who have not yet heard, praying that they will be given a chance to hear.

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