I never get over how green America is! Up and down the highways, in and out of country lanes, tall forests and short shrubs a million shades of green are everywhere! This past month we made the trip from Richmond, Virginia were we’ve set up home (with beautiful trees that rise up to greet us out our third floor apartment window) to Springfield, Missouri for a gathering of world missionaries.
Getting up early one morning, still wiping sleep from my eyes, I saw countless sparkling diamonds resting on the leaves of a bush. Millions of water molecules rode in on the mists of dawn. One by one they rested on each leaf, slowly rolling toward one another, drawing to one another, forming gravity-defying drops of water, condensing into these visible early morning marvels.
Have you ever felt like a water molecule?
I know that’s a strange thing to say, but looking at those sparkling drops of water as they held to one another, I felt like one. Elise and I had rolled into that green Midwestern town and found ourselves drawing together with other men, women and children seeking God’s kingdom come to the nations, praying with one another, forming close bonds, encouraged by the presence of God in our midst.
Serving on the other side of the world among lost and unreached peoples can be challenging. There are days when seeing the literal millions of lost people across the metropolis of Dakar is overwhelming! How can one missionary, one molecule of water, transform the desert into a forest?
The words I shared with our friends at Mountaintop Church come to mind. Little is much when God is in it. The Lord that brought us across the world on the dawn will draw all men to Himself (John 12.32). One by one men, women and children will come to Christ, like Miriam, Naaman and Orpah*. One by one churches will form, as they have begun in Parcelles Assainies and Wakané-Nimzath. Drop by drop, defying the pressures of this world and the gravities of sin, they will pool together into a flowing river. One by one the seeds of God’s kingdom will break through the dusty ground into everlasting green trees with Christ’s healing in their leaves and His beauty in the branches (Ezekiel 47.12).
Looking at those drops of water I saw the prophetic future for West Africa. In each one I saw a glimpse of God’s kingdom transforming global cities like Dakar, as He brings the cloud of His manifest presence over the horizon and rains His missionary people down into the lives of the lost and unreached. Like sparkling drops of dew reflecting the morning Sun, like sons of lights, like daughters of radiances, proclaiming the wonders of our God.
Thank you for letting us be your personal link from the local church to the unreached!