day – until you take me Home, God, I want to see people saved. Amen.
Henry Morrison and his wife spent forty years in Africa as missionaries. During those years they saw multitudes of Africans coming to Christ for salvation. Eventually their health became so poor that their mission board brought them back home to the United States where they would spend their retirement years promoting the cause of world missions. When their ship docked in New York City, they saw a vast crowd gathered on shore. Bands played and flags fluttered in the breeze. They heard people cheering and saw signs that said, Welcome Home! But that celebration was not for them. It turned out that President Teddy Roosevelt and his companions stepped down the gangplank of the ship to the roar of the onlookers. The President had spent three weeks in Africa on a hunting safari with a large group of companions. The fanfare was for the big game hunter. When he sped off in the presidential car, the crowd dispersed along with the reporters. As Henry Morrison walked down the gangplank, no one greeted them because the crowds were gone. Hailing a cab, they went to the one-bedroom apartment supplied by the mission board. As Henry thought about it, he felt overwhelmed with discouragement. He thought of all the years of hard work in small African villages, and he remembered the many men and women who came to Christ. It felt wrong to him that there should be no recognition for forty years of sacrifice. The President comes back from a hunting trip, and everyone throws a party. We have spent forty years in missionary service, and no one seems to care.
Then the Lord spoke to him, My son. Be patient. You are not Home yet.
How true that is for all of us. The world knows how to throw a party for its own. But there is coming a more magnificent celebration than anything we have ever seen. Earth has nothing to match what God has prepared for His children.
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Even So, Come, Lord Jesus
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