What are we waiting for?
I sat in the back seat of whatever car I was in at the time, looking out the window, deep in thought. Something was stirring in me. I can't explain it. You probably wouldn't understand unless you, too have had a similar experience. The thoughts were heavy ones. Ones of death, of heaven and hell, of lost souls all around me headed in the wrong direction. I watched as cars passed us, seeing the faces inside, deeply bothered that I did not know the state of their souls. "God, show me what You see when You see those people out there," I prayed silently. My heart grew heavier. Tears of anguish have fallen since. This is no petty issue I am talking about. God's heart towards others is much bigger than we assume. The past ten or so years since this prayer have been a slow opening of my eyes in answer to it. He's wanted me to see, really see... He wants you to see too. Since then, I thought I was called to the mission field "out there," but God se...