An Emotional Morning // the state of my spirit on a random Tuesday morning

I went to bed a moron last night. Kristen and I were frustrated with each other over something that has no eternal value and was smaller than an atom. Therefore, I woke up frustrated because I got frustrated and wished I was a better husband. What an awkward place to be. That’s where I was when I came for Man to Man this morning.

We talked at our tables today about what our eternal investments are and what our goals are in life. A current goal I have is focusing more on my wife and quality time and investing in my family. I shared this with my table and some of the steps I’m taking to accomplish this goal (more on that later). What I didn’t share at my table, but what I did talk with Lee about afterwards is my burden for unreached people groups and how that is a goal I have, to reach unreached people groups. I don’t know if that means empowering people to go, connecting people with groups, or being there myself, but it is burning on my spirit.

Then I talked with my mom on Skype for about half an hour after Man to Man. She and my father are in West Africa working with unreached people groups. I believe the number of unreached groups in West Africa alone is the thousands. Interestingly enough, I was talking with my dad at the same time on my phone cause he is here in the states for a few days…I love technology. She spent the past few days traveling through another country in West Africa, and she was telling me all the details. I forgot to ask about placing the names of these people groups within a post, so I will refrain for precaution sake, but I still would like to convey to you what she shared with me.

She experienced three people groups that have about a million people each in them. One group has 40 believers out of roughly a million. One group has five believers out of roughly a million. One group has no believers out of roughly a million, and no one is currently working with them. They are nomadic and they are living in a very hot region, which makes it difficult to work with them. Three million people, and 45 believers. I don’t remember the exact details but I remember a shaky voice saying [paraphrase], “they are ready to hear, but no one is there to tell them.”

We cried together.

Even now it is difficult to write about it. My passion is to see and hear worship from every tribe, tongue and nation. “But how can they call on Him in whom they have not heard? How can they hear without a preacher? And how can they preach unless someone sends them?” 3,000,000 people. 45 worshipers. And I’m consumed in myself.