How interesting the call to preach. It comes when we least expect. I answered that call to preach in a city called Pingtung, wearily, not sure I was ready, willing. God spoke to my heart. Surrounded by my doubt and unwillingness, God's light shone through.
The reasons for the opportunity were wrapped in heavy grey clouds, yet God's voice was clear: "Preach the Word in Pingtung."
Never mind the fog of circumstance, God's voice, like a beacon, calls me yonder on. I will give them the gospel. I will show them the meat and broth of God's word, that nourishes and sustains.
"But Father, in my weakness, be my strength. In my brokenness, mend me. Form me into an effective arrow. Let Your words flow forth from a seeking, repentant, and humble heart that has stewed and marinated in Your Word, accompanied by Your presence."
God's call to preach finds us where we are and propels us forth. It's an odd thing to muse. It is a holy thing to consider.
"Fog's uncertainty,
clouding, masking, no stopping,
God's command to preach."