When he saw the crowds, he felt compassion for them, because they were weary and worn out, like sheep without a shepherd. Then He said to His disciples, “The harvest is abundant, but the workers are few. Therefore, pray to the Lord of the harvest to send out workers into His harvest.” Matt 9:36-38 HCSB
Alcoholism. Poverty. Apathy. Deception. God has a plan to lead sufferers out of these things, to lead them to Himself. Life-sucking sin and bondage is never his plan. His plan is freedom.
And he wants you and me to do something about it, to get up, get involved, make a difference, labor to see His plan accomplished. It takes work. It takes sacrifice. It takes dedication.
And too often, I’m simply too tired from my own day, filled with my own worries, to bother with it. I fell into this mire of me-ness, I think, when we returned to the States. My whole purpose for being in Africa was to join God in his plan to rescue the perishing. So I did it. It made no sense to live there and not labor in God’s field there. But in the States? It’s easier to just focus on middle-school band concerts and carpools and what to fix for dinner. Those things can fill my life to the point that, sometimes, there isn’t room for the other. For God’s plan. For being a worker in the harvest.
That isn’t God’s plan for me, or for you. He wants both of us to join Him in His plan. Work isn’t always fun. Sometimes it’s just … work. West African farmers labor under the unrelenting sun to eek rice or millet out of their fields not because it’s fun, but because it’s necessary. So my goal doesn’t need to be my own satisfaction or enjoyment. It needs to be accomplishing God’s goal.
Father, make me a worker in your harvest. And send many to join me.