He Wanted A Burden For Souls
“Tom, you’re the sort of Christian I like.” The speaker was a young man of no religious profession. His companion was a church member in good and regular standing. “You’re the sort of a Christian I like. You never seem to bother yourself about a fellow’s soul.”
The words were lightly spoken, but they pierced like an arrow. If we had listened at Tom’s chamber door that night, we would have heard something like this: “O God, forgive me that I seemed indifferent to the welfare of my friends! Help me to trouble myself more and more about them. Give me a passion for souls!” Are you praying this more lately?
“Say not ye, There are yet four months, and then cometh harvest? behold, I say unto you, Lift up your eyes, and look on the fields; for they are white already to harvest.” (John 4:35 KJV)