Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?” And I said, “Here am I. Send me!”  Isaiah 6:8 NIV

Simply Sunday – No One Hears Unless

Pam and I had the privilege to participate in a friend’s wedding in New Orleans. After the ceremony, we engaged in the Second Line parade through the streets. The Jazz Band leads, the Bride and Groom were next, with the rest of us joined in celebrating the beginning of new life together. People would come out on the balconies and along the streets to join the celebration. That was definitely fun…kinda like where Jesus would want to be.

The next morning I got up to run (and walk a little) through the streets of New Orleans.  I ran down Canal street and through the French Quarters turning at Cafe du Monde. While running through the small one way streets with row homes God and I began to talk.

I thought about our Taxi cab driver who told us families were reluctant to return after the hurricane because the schools were not very good. He told us other people moved in and graffiti began showing up on many buildings. 

“Lord, please help these people know that the enemy comes to kill, steal, destroy and deceive, but you have come that they may have life in Jesus and life more abundantly. Lord, how will they hear this good news?”  

NO ONE HEARS UNLESS SOMEONE TELLS  THEM!!!

I know there are many ways for people to hear – tv, internet, radio, pamphlets. BUT God’s chosen method is that we would each open our mouths and declare with another person that Jesus is the way the truth and the life. There is not another way to the Father, except through Jesus.

I repented. God, when was the last time I had a conversation with another sharing the good news of Jesus and salvation? How many of us carry this treasure in our earthen vessel and forget that you gave it to us to give away – not to keep it for ourselves? 

I turned down Bourbon Street which was cluttered with all of the trash from the night before. Some shop owners were sweeping the sidewalks pushing the trash to the streets for pickup. Water cleaning vehicles were driving through the streets wetting the road to wash away the stench from the night before. A couple of bars were just now having guests leave as they hugged each other goodbye. A few homeless tents were packed away with a few still sleeping on the benches. Each person has a story, which Jesus knows personally to the very numbers of hairs on their head.

The kingdom of God is at hand.  All authority…that means ALL authority belongs to Jesus. May His kingdom come…in the streets of New Orleans and our home towns and cities. 

May you and I have the privilege to share the good news of Jesus with those who are ready to hear. Jesus loves the broken hearted and down cast…like me and you.

Blessings love y’all