no-longer-a-slumdog

No Longer a Slumdog
thinking about printing tracts and missionaries going door-todoor
to tell people about the Gospel proclaiming the Good
News to everyone in sight! This is what I knew of bringing in a
harvest.
But I was wrong.
I suddenly couldn’t go any farther. Right in front of me was a
river so wide and raging that I dared not step closer or try to cross
it. I had not seen it from where I was standing before.
I just stood there in agony, thinking, Oh my goodness. The
monsoon will come soon. It’s all going to be destroyed. What am I
supposed to do
My heart broke. Was I only going to look at the harvest but
not be able to embrace it I stood there weeping, feeling so helpless
and full of despair.
All of a sudden there appeared before me a bridge reaching
from one side of the vast river to the other. It was not a narrow
bridge, but one that was very broad. It was completely filled with
little children from all over Asia—poor, destitute children, like
those I’d so often seen on the streets of Calcutta, Kathmandu and
other Asian cities.
Then it was as though someone spoke to me and said, “If you
want to have this harvest, it’s all yours. But this is the bridge you
must cross to get to it.”
I woke from my dream and realized the Lord was speaking
to me about something incredibly significant: If we follow His
instructions, we will see millions find hope. And our ministry to
the children will be the bridge to help them experience the love
of Christ.
I shared this dream with my colleagues, and together we
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