I read the words over and over, “The harvest truly is great, but the laborers are few”. Tilting my head back I closed my eyes preventing tears from dropping onto the pages. How could it be that so few would labor for the promise of eternity? I reached for my cup of tea, taking a small sip of the hot liquid. I gazed out the window letting the words work in me. Was I really willing to be one of the “few” spoken of?
In the quiet I could hear a clock ticking on my desk. Time was quickly passing and so many falsely believed they had plenty of it. It was time to get busy.
* Luke 10:2