Workers

“He said to his disciples, “The harvest is great, but the workers are few. So pray to the Lord who is in charge of the harvest; ask him to send more workers into his fields.”Matthew‬ ‭9‬:‭37‬-‭38‬ ‭NLT‬‬

There are many Christians but few of them are workers. I can also fail to see the harvest right in front of me at times. I can be distracted by fellowship with other saints. This happens on Sundays when I go to church, lunch afterwards and then coffee and sweets at my place, along with a game or two (this happens now and then, especially when one friend who lives further away from the city comes to church). Several of my friends and I like to play a card game called 5 Crowns, or another called Skippbo. We chat about the week and the future wedding in Denmark we will attend. It is usually my only chance to see these friends, unless they also attend our weekly Bible study and then they are busy chatting to others.

As I reflect on the people in the harvest I interacted with yesterday I wonder at missed opportunities. There was the man who’s restaurant we often dine at. He is a Facebook friend. As I am an avid poster of Christian things on Facebook and he is a Hindu, I wonder at the need to seek the Holy Spirit for what He wants to say to this man.

Next is the maid at the house I flat in. She is a delightful woman. Yesterday, after my friends left I went to the local supermarket to buy provisions to cook the evening meal for my flatmates and I. As I can speak much more Nepali I conversed with her, briefly, in Nepali before I went and on my return. She was hovering out the front of my flat waiting for my landlord’s return from a trip away. Her young daughter often comes as well. She came to ask if she could play a game with me when I was cooking. The previous few days I had taught her to sew and made an outfit for a teddy bear I had given her. “I replied I was busy cooking”, however on reflection I could have had her help with the cooking. I know she just wants company as her mother then becomes busy with her employer upstairs.

I can be so focussed on the people I am with that I miss the questions in the eyes I see. I want to see the ones before me and answer their questions. What question has my Lord put into the hearts of those? What answer could I give?

The harvest isn’t a nebulous group of unknowns out there, often they are the people right in front of us. How about we ask the Holy Spirit, “do you want the say something to this person Lord?”


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