wow. last entry was on April 18th of this year. a lot has happened since then, but none of that matters this morning.
What matters is that, though I was late in getting to my devotional reading, the Lord visited me there and reminded me of what my mission for Him is all about.
Reading through the book of Lamentations, experiencing Jeremiah’s anguish over the destruction of Jerusalem and the Temple, he dispairs over what the Lord is doing to his bride; “My tears flow down endlessly. they will not stop until the Lord looks down from heaven and sees. My heart is breaking over the fate of all the women of Jerusalem.” (Lam. 3:49-51)
At last I understand my pastor’s anguish over his flock: in performing his duties, he’s developed a passion for his flock, exactly like Jeremiah.
Then it occurred to me, “I have a flock too.” Though I am not a pastor, not having a church, a degree in divinity from some seminary, or the imprimatur of some religious organization, the Lord placed me in a family; The Lord places me in job situations (even though I’m unemployed at the moment); there are groups of people — commonly referred to as a sphere of influence — whom I believe the Lord placed me in to affect for Him.
And I haven’t.
I find it curious that the Lord reaches one individual at a time. I find it curious that He reached down and chose me and compels me to reach others. Except for daily reading His Word, I am no theologian, yet desire to study more and affect more people within my sphere of influence.
And I haven’t.
I prayed that the Lord open my eyes, to see what motivates my pastor, and He did. Damnation is as real as salvation.
If I don’t tell my brothers and sisters (in my immediate and extended families — my sphere of influence) about the dangers and rewards, who will? “Remember, it is sin to know what you ought to do and then not do it.” (James 4:17)
Whether or not my “sphere” accepts Jesus’ gift of eternal salvation, or, by default, damnation, is not my responsibility;
What is my responsibility is to tell them about Him.
The decision is their’s but my eyes have opened, and heart bleeds to tell them.
“My people” won’t know about Jesus unless I tell them.
Lord, give me opportunity, and strength to tell them. Amen
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