Perhaps evangelism starts on our knees,
My eyes are spent with weeping; my stomach churns; my bile is poured out to the ground because of the destruction of the daughter of my people, because infants and babies faint in the streets of the city. They cry to their mothers, "Where is bread and wine?" as they faint like a wounded man in the streets of the city, as their life is poured out on their mothers' bosom. What can I say for you, to what compare you, O daughter of Jerusalem? What can I liken to you, that I may comfort you, O virgin daughter of Zion? For your ruin is vast as the sea; who can heal you? Lamentations 2:11-13 (ESV)
It is the missionary with the fountain of pity that reaches the deepest place in the native's heart. When Livingstone was found dead on his knees in the heart of Africa, his head was resting over his open Bible, and his finger was pointing to the last words he ever penned in his diary: "Oh, God, when will the open sore of the world be healed?" That was the profound pity which commenced the redemptive work in Africa, and which lives in emancipating influence today.
(Hartley Aspen)
When was the last time I cared enough to pray for our lost nation? Do I even notice the condition of our nation or am I so a part of its thought process that all seems normal to me? We are often driven to prayer for situations that affect us, our comfort, or our convenience. We are seldom driven to this same kind of prayer on behalf of those we do not know.
Perhaps evangelism starts on our knees, not in our classrooms, seminars, or cathedrals.
It is the missionary with the fountain of pity that reaches the deepest place in the native's heart. When Livingstone was found dead on his knees in the heart of Africa, his head was resting over his open Bible, and his finger was pointing to the last words he ever penned in his diary: "Oh, God, when will the open sore of the world be healed?" That was the profound pity which commenced the redemptive work in Africa, and which lives in emancipating influence today.
(Hartley Aspen)
When was the last time I cared enough to pray for our lost nation? Do I even notice the condition of our nation or am I so a part of its thought process that all seems normal to me? We are often driven to prayer for situations that affect us, our comfort, or our convenience. We are seldom driven to this same kind of prayer on behalf of those we do not know.
Perhaps evangelism starts on our knees, not in our classrooms, seminars, or cathedrals.
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