Beneath the shade of a pine tree, looking over the crowd
On my knees at the top of a hill overlooking the valley
Driving the streets of my city
Standing in a driveway listening with my whole heart
Under the umbrella while the rain pours around me
Pacing back and forth in a kitchen not my own
In an upper room with others
On the stage for a friend’s baptism
These are the places I’ve been in the last week alone, mostly to pray. Sometimes I walk alone. Many times I don’t. Culture defines me as unemployed. God defines me as “laborer”.
Luk 10:2 Then He said to them, “The harvest truly is great, but the laborers are few; therefore pray the Lord of the harvest to send out laborers into His harvest.”