The Harvest

"Go and make disciples" is what Jesus commanded us to do.  We are to "teach them to obey everything that [He] has commanded."  

Discipleship is our task. 

But what do you do when it feels like you're discipling a brick wall?

What do you do when you find yourself saying to God at the end of the day: "I've told them!  I've done my part!  Now hold up your end of the bargain!"

A farmer wants to yield a harvest.  

That's why it is difficult to hear one man I'm discipling tell me about his indifference toward remaining faithful to his wife.  

That's why I'm brought to tears when one man tells me that it's not sin, it's just cultural, to impregnate a 16 year old girl out of wedlock and then have no intention of caring for her or the baby. 

 

That's why it hurts to see the confused look on his face when I tell him of my intentions to never cheat on my wife.  

That's why it is painful when he asks if I think the 13 year old girl that walked by is hot, then when I respond with an emphatic 'No!' he says, "Oh yeah, it's because she's too young for you right?"

So, what do you do?  You hold fast to the fact that even the farmer, no matter how well (or poorly) he sows, can't produce the harvest.  He has to wait and pray...wait and pray for God to send the rain because without the rain, even the most well sewn seeds will burn up.   

So here I wait and pray.  I pray that God would replace the word "cultural" with the word "sin."  I pray that God would pulverize the notion that it's okay to follow parts of the Bible religiously and then ignore others.  I pray that God would create examples of faithful, covenant-honoring husbands and daddys out of my friends.  

But most of all, I pray for the harvest.