Posted by: howvoicebegan | 01/09/2010

Who Will Tell Them?

Just this week I took a road trip through Zimbabwe and Zambia, putting a total of 2800 km (1700 miles) on my car. It was quite a long drive and covered a vast amount of land. Or so I thought, until I looked at a map and realized just how insignificant of a portion of the earth was covered by my car. The earth’s expanses are indeed vast.

Who speaks to them?

As I drove through parts of Zimbabwe largely unoccupied, small bursts of huts appeared by the side of the road. Occasionally we would pass people walking on the side of the road, and with such great distances between villages (let alone small towns), one wonders where they are going and from where they came. My car was too fast for villages and people to have names and recognition; they became part of that collection of anonymous African villages and peoples.

I grew alarmed and concerned as I wondered repeatedly: Who will go to them? What about this village? Or that one barely visible through the trees? What about this group of 5 huts; who will take the time to talk to them? Does someone? And to think there are hundreds of thousands of these family-sized villages scattered throughout this continent—let alone the earth. Who speaks to them? Why didn’t I?

We all know of ministries devoted to reaching the lost, both locally and across borders. We send off missionaries to big cities and small villages scattered throughout the world—and praise His name, for those without hope are finally hearing hope for the first time. Indeed, the good news is spreading to all the world.

And while we are eagerly supportive of those being called out among us with a special burden of sharing about Christ, it’s certainly easy to assume that one person going into one country covers the burdens of the entire continent. We seem to think one village being touched in Uganda somehow reaches to the expanses of Angola; that a ministry placed within a city block covers every crooked street, but it does not. One village is one out of thousands, and even streets in densely packed cities go untouched with the good news.
Our work is tireless and never-ending. And to leave it to a blessed few is a grave mistake.

This is why we are all called to spread the news, because we are the ones who live on those crooked streets and villages too small for outsiders to spend time.
I’m speaking to continue to challenge each of us on the weight of sharing the grace we’ve received. Which missionary travels to your street and speaks to your neighbors? None? It is because you are the missionary.

While I’m having visions of a missions caravan traveling the roads and touching each village within reach, I’m also brought to the reality that those in this densely packed township of Mamelodi need the message just as much, and if no one speaks to them, they are just as isolated as the few huts in Zimbabwe.

There are too many people on this earth for our minds to comprehend, and thus the dilemma of the urgency of the message of grace and a relationship with God and our obedience of sharing.
May I see those I pass with the utmost value that our God gives on them: if He died for them, certainly the least I can do is have an inkling of compassion likened to His and tell them of a Savior who carries our burdens. May I never be content to stay silent, and may I never become apathetic toward a soul created in God’s image.



  1. WOW!!

  2. Great encouragement. Love the picture words…it is also the crooked hearts and anonymous faces we rush by that need hope, not just the crooked streets and anonymous villages.

  3. Hie,
    Just to say thank you for remembering our nations may the Lord bless you and give you strength as you minister. I was blessed to see what you’re doing for the Lord. So the next time you come to South Africa are you going to come back to zimbabwe? I want to let you know that doors for ministry are widely opened here. I had an opportunity of visiting your Northshore last year in December. I will be glad to hear from
    Serving Christ in love
    Pastor Moses Thomas

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