I watch as a successful farmer changes his life’s course as the mission call becomes so personal and strong.

“What more can I do?” It is more than a question with a simple answer, but it is now a quest – a journey to deliver of himself in Christ’s strength.

We sit by the fireplace and chat. He shares with a genuine honesty about Jesus and his everyday world.

“I invite people to Rainbow and frankly I am surprised there are not more here on Friday night.” His sincere and simple evangelistic approach is refreshing to me. It is challenging to me.

Why?

This new believer of less than two years saw the need of being personal in outreach rather than the “mega” movement of today.

I watch as this faithful couple ages. Their bodies show the effect of time, but their eyes express the desire of the heart to reach out and not quit. Jesus is so precious to them.

Stop?

Not yet! Until God calls them home they echo Paul’s sentiments. “For me to live is Christ and to die is gain.”

This evening as I read the last few verses of I Corinthians, I was impressed by the fact, “that the house of Stephanas addicted themselves to the ministry of the saints.” These folks had an addiction that was born out of love.

Come to think of it, all of these friends that I observed have an addiction born out of love. Not necessarily derived from a love for people or even God, but rather a love that came down from God to us and is now overflowing to the point that they can’t hide their addiction.

The runaway servant of Philemon named Onesimus carried a letter from the Apostle Paul to his master. After Onesimus came to Christ, Paul penned the words that went something like this. “Philemon, accept him (Onesimus) now, not as a servant but as a brother in the Lord”. Our love from God to us should translate into a passion for the needs of others.

Those that are lost need to experience the love of God by way of those that have received it. Praise God! We can be that instrument in God’s hands.