One of the highlights of my day is checking the stats on this website (My Gospel Project) to see how many people have visited my site and from where. Just within the past week I have had visitors from the United States, Canada, Germany, The Netherlands, France, United Kingdom, Malaysia, China, South Korea, and Italy.
Since I started My Gospel Project I have had people from over 70 countries around the world visit this site. (See What is My Gospel Project for a full list of countries this website has reached).
I don't say that to brag, but rather to encourage my readers to start their own 'Gospel Project.' My church supports a lot of missionaries around the world. Just this past week we heard from a husband and wife who were serving in Thailand through SIM.org (which stands for serving in Missions). I was so impressed by the work they are doing over there I added SIM.org to my list of organizations that I ask my readers to donate to (along with Wycliffe Bible Translators and Sermonaudio.com).
We can't all be missionaries in foreign countries, but God helping us we can support them financially. And perhaps the Lord will lay it upon your heart to start a blog - maybe similar to this one, or maybe totally different. Either way, we have our Lord's promise that:
"My word shall not return to me void, but shall accomplish what I please, and it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it." - Isaiah 55:11
Recommended listening:
A Vision for Medical Missions: The Gospel Preached by Hands and Feet, by Pastor Kevin Swanson
Recommended reading:
Please Don't Send my to...America? (my post)
Eternity in Their Hearts, by Don Richardson
Pelendo - God's Prophet in the Congo, by Alpha E. Almquist Anderson
From Greenland's Icy mountains
From Greenland's icy mountains, from India's coral strand
Where Africa's sunny fountain, rolls down their golden sands,
From many an ancient river, from many a palmy plain
Christ calls us to deliver his lands from errors chains.
What though the spicy breezes blow soft o'er Ceylans Isle
Though every prospect pleases and only man is vile
In vain with lavish kindness, the gifts of God are strown
The heathen in his blindness bows down to wood and stone.
Shall we whose souls are lighted, with wisdom from on high
Shall we to men benighted, the lamp of life deny?
Salvation! O salvation, the joyful sound proclaim,
Till earth's remotest nation has learned Messiah's name.
Waft Waft ye winds his story, and you ye waters roll
Till like a sea of glory, it spreads from pole to pole.
Til o'er our ransomed nature, the Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator, in bliss returns to reign.
