I walked outside into a heavy fog this morning. No moon. No twinkling of a billion stars scattered across the sky like a startled flock of blackbirds on a cool fall day. No white splash of Milky Way that I so love to see upon rising each morning. In place of the usual celebration of light there’s a dull grey blanket lying over the land obscuring the details I know so well. The big oak down by the pond. The neighbor’s house. Even the features of my own backyard. I know all are there as always even though imperceptible to my eyes.
As I kneel at the foot of the cross in my prayer garden welcoming the Lord into this new day of my life I hear the Spirit speak. He whispers that this fog obscuring my familiar world is an illustration of how the billions who don’t know Christ live their lives. Without His Word they are shrouded in a fog of doubt and fear oblivious to the light of His love all around them. He is always there for them just as the stars and moon are in the sky every morning whether I can see them or not. But how can they call on Him in whom they have not believed? And how can they believe without hearing about Him? And how can they hear without a preacher?
Christ Himself said on the night of His arrest, “This is eternal life: that they may know You, the only true God, and the One You have sent—Jesus Christ." This is the force that drives me to give my life taking God’s Word to the unreached—to know Him and make Him known.