A few days ago I was sitting with a friend at a local coffee shop drinking my fav 16oz skinny, no whip, light iced, 3 pump white mocha discussing the vastness of lost people out there. I scanned up and down the christmas lights across the way realizing the lights represent a million souls. What can a woman do to turn a million people? I’m still praying for God to move and for His answers on how to most effectively reach these people. And certainly give me his boldness.
I read a story about an old man and a young man, yet another account says it was the other way around, and another reads as two boys. Oh well, maybe it never happened – or perhaps it happened over and over a thousand times:
Just before dawn on a deserted beach after high tide, thousands of starfish were stranded. There was a lone figure who was picking them up and flinging them into the water. Someone walking up the beach caught up with him and gazed in wonder to ask, "Why do you spend so much energy doing what looks to me like a waste of time?" The first explained that the stranded starfish would die in the sun. "But the beach goes on for miles and miles and there must be thousands of beaches and millions of starfish," countered the newcomer. "So how can your efforts make any difference?" The first looked down at the starfish in his hand and as he threw it to safety into the sea he said, "It makes a difference to this one."
Why bother trying to reach a million people? Life is just another little starfish ministry. Each one needs to do a part in order to make the difference. We cannot do everything, but we can do something, and what we can do might make the eternal difference for someone’s life. All of the darkness in the world cannot extinguish the smallest light. Is there a Heaven? Is there a hell? Is there a commission? Then we’ve got to try.
*excerpt from email
*excerpt from email
