This past Sunday morning as I sat in my favorite independent coffee house about 30 minutes before the start of worship I found my heart breaking for the lost and stirring for the gospel. The place was jumping. I saw runners and cyclists coming into the store for drinks after a long work out, old men reading the local paper, young men working on iPads and Macbooks, and families enjoying the beautiful weather and wonderful city of Saint Charles. At least at that moment on Sunday morning everyone was so content and happy in this coffee house, and I sat there broken. How many of these people were enjoying God's good gifts and common grace without knowing the Giver himself? How many of these people were educated, yet ignorant of the Truth? How many were religious, but separated from God? How many had heard the gospel? How many ever would? Who will tell them?
For “everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved.” How then will they call on him in whom they have not believed? And how are they to believe in him of whom they have never heard? And how are they to hear without someone preaching? And how are they to preach unless they are sent? As it is written, “How beautiful are the feet of those who preach the good news!” (Romans 10:13-15 ESV)
May God give us a passion for his glory and compassion for the lost that move us to befriend our neighbors and share the gospel with the eager expectation to see God bear fruit.