As the world rocks in pain, I've been thinking about the people in all the disaster-stricken nations. I think of them cold, wet, hungry, dirty, frightened and in agony... I wonder what is going through their minds.
Is it 'far out' to think that they must be, at this moment, raising fists to strike the air and screaming, "Why, God?"
They don't know who He is. He is an unknown God to them... not a strength in times of trouble, but a cold, callous stranger. Not a friend who sticks closer than a brother, but a deity to be feared.
And yet, this same God whom they do not know is ready to reach out just as He promised, "Everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved."
And yet, yet... "How, then, can they call on the one they have not believed in? And how can they believe in the one of whom they have not heard? And how can they hear without someone preaching to them? ... As it is written: “How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news!”
Run, therefore, with the gospel message, "Jesus Christ has come!"