Last week I was sick and had to cancel all of my scheduled meetings. I tried really hard to keep the Thursday night session, but it hurt to talk. Thursday is an online version of the 10 week workshop I do. Counting mine that group is in four time zones that spans a total of 12 hours’ time difference. The men with which I meet are in three time zones spanning four hours. I got on early with the intention of telling them that I needed to just hear if they had questions and then I needed to end the session.
When I launched the application we use, all five men were waiting for me. That has never happened. I have done a bunch of workshops. I have never had all the participants show up before I do and there has never been a time, here at least, that people did not come late.
Not only were they waiting, they had, for the most part, done more than I had expected them to do. I was humbled, excited – well as excited as I could be with a fever of 101.
What is going on? Why is it that there is so much hunger for the Word seemingly everywhere but here? It may be because we have so many resources, so much opportunity that we take it for granted. On my radio I can find four or five broadcasts without much effort that have some level of Biblical content. If I drive from my home to the grocery store, I pass three churches and a Christian college. There are at least three Christian Book stores within five miles of my home. I haven’t counted the number of Christian TV stations, but there are more than we will ever watch.
It has been that way since I have been a believer, yet I have been in countries where there were people who had never heard the name Jesus.
I do not do much. It seems like, in the grand scheme of things, very little at all. But, what the Lord has allowed me to do – scares me. I am fearful of the accounting it seems my home will face. We have been given much, Luke 12:47 says much will be required of us.