There is one thing that is necessary for someone to truly understand me, I’m a dreamer and an idealist. I believe in striving for the best, even if it might not be obtainable. I believe virtues are more than abstract morals but actually tangible qualities of living. I’ve been told to come down to reality, to see things for how they are and to accept them and move on, many times in my life. I don’t think that’s totally right though. I think there is more to the world than what we can see and that you should accept the fact of how things are, but not accept that it has to stay that way. The idea that I should bring my expectations and beliefs down to reality is impossible for me to fully comprehend. It may sound narcissistic but I believe it should be the other way around. Who decided that “X” has to be just “X” or that there is no such thing as “Y”?
Everything that is, once wasn’t. At one point there was no universe, Earth, cities, art, or people. They were fiction. They were imagination. They didn’t exist, until one by one they were made. An all-wise God had a plan and he brought it into reality. He decided to make a universe, our planet and us.
“In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth…. God created man in his own image” – Genesis 1:1, 27
He made us in his image. His image gave us the tools and traits of a creator and so like our Maker, we created things. We built cities and made art and thought of ideas. The first act of creation allowed us to build on it and continue to build upon each subsequent act of creation.
One day some group of people came up with the idea to harvest fruit. We realized it was good. Then later those groups built on that and thought to farm it. We did that and had lots of it. Then some other group entirely came up with the idea that maybe we don’t want to be ill. Then someone took that and said maybe we can stop ourselves from becoming ill. Then someone thought to take those plants we farmed and made medicine from them and eventually stopped people from being ill. At the beginning medicine was entirely unthought of, but by each step of creation they came to a point where it was able to be made tangible. By never being satisfied with the current status quo they made progress step by step. We are where we are because individuals refused to confine themselves to reality. What if more of us were willing to embrace that concept?
Look at a blank canvas. It requires imagination and motivated intent to fill it with something, to make it something else or create something new. Reality is a canvas. When we say “that’s just the way it is” or “this is all there is” we are saying that the canvas can only be blank, that it can’t be changed and that it can’t be made into something new. The fact is, that just isn’t true. We aren’t limited by our reality, reality is limited by us and our willingness to stretch our minds and dare to think of new things. It’s scary but someone must always take that first step and speak out.
Switchfoot really gets this idea well. In their song, “The War Inside”, they have these lyrics:
“Yeah, every thought or deed
Yeah, every tree or seed
The big things come from the little dreams
Every world is made by make believe”
And in their song “The World You Want”
“Is this the world you want?
Is this the world you want?
You’re making it
Every day you’re alive…
….You start to look like what you believe
You float through time like a stream
If the waters of time are made up by you and I
If you change the world for you, you change it for me”
What then? Well I’d repeat the words of Henry Ford, “Whether you think you can, or you think you can’t–you’re right.” You in many different ways have the ability to change your world, internally and externally. When you are stuck in unfavorable circumstances that can’t be changed at the moment, you can still change how you respond. That’s probably the most important component, only you get to choose that. In this internal way, you create how you view the world and free yourself to change the world instead of the world changing you.
Which if there is a more hopeful idea, I’ve yet to hear it. Whatever life is to you right now. You are free to change it, to improve on it. To make it something beautiful and to put your own unique touch on it. Seriously what sentence is more freeing than this? Your reality is subject to you. That doesn’t mean it’s easy or that reality changes willingly. But it means that there is a choice to be made and steps to be taken.
Here’s the thing though. Too often, society buys into the state of reality. We love the status quo. It’s safe, it’s easy and it’s boring. We look at those who hold to their imagination, ideals and dreams as modern day Don Quixotes, wayward, well-meaning fools. And when they fall short, or their dreams are smashed, we laugh and say, “Welcome to the real world!”. Truth is we do that because we are afraid. We are afraid for them to succeed, afraid for them to challenge our beliefs, our ways of life. We laugh in fearful ignorance.
But when they succeed. And we are where we are today, because many have succeeded, the whole world stops laughing. And maybe they embrace it, or maybe they fight it. But once you release change into the world, there’s no going back.
I guess this is that Matrix moment. You’ve been given the choice, now you got to choose. Ignore your ability to change the world or embrace it and open your eyes to the horizon. It’s up to you. Your decision.
“I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge. That myth is more potent than history. That dreams are more powerful than facts. That hope always triumphs over experience. That laughter is the only cure for grief. And I believe that love is stronger than death.” – Robert Fulghum
“I believe in the power of the imagination to remake the world, to release the truth within us, to hold back the night, to transcend death, to charm motorways, to ingratiate ourselves with birds, to enlist the confidences of madmen.” – J.G. Ballard
You think you see me and I think I see you. I know you don’t really see me and I think I might not really see you.
This mask I wear is a good one.
Around you, and the rest, I am the noble one.
I stand tall, defiant and bold, or sometimes I may appear introspective, humble and aware.
I am the knight who sallies forth despite fearful odds.
I am the too-cool-for-school, who doesn’t worry about anything and never fails to have a perfect comeback.
I am the quiet one, who always gives the look of knowing more than he is showing.
I am the golden boy, who can do no wrong.
I am the Elder, who knows life’s mysterious depths.
But this is all the mask and though I wear it well, it is not me, is it?
Because behind the mask is a small boy who never understands why his mother hurts him so much.
Behind the mask is a teenager who wonders why he can be surrounded by so many people and still feel so out of place and alone.
Behind the mask is a young adult, who is afraid of almost everything.
Behind the mask is a weary old man who is tired of all the sarcasm and longs for honesty.
Behind the mask is a soul that worries of having no purpose, no contribution.
Behind the mask is a fool who has never stopped running.
Behind the mask is regret, guilt, shame and even pride.
Behind the mask are two fearful voices that say “I must never let them see”, and the other “I must escape this place.”
Behind the mask is a wretched, broken creature. One you would pity, but not so much to be willing to get close.
Behind the mask is darkness and hatred.
Yet… still behind the mask is something else.
Behind the mask is the rebellious belief that there is much hope still in this world and life is a beautiful place to be.
Behind the mask is the man who sees his scars as the brushstrokes that transform him into a work of art, instead of a blank page he stands built as an exhibit titled, “Experience.”
Behind the mask is another little boy, who has over-exuberant enthusiasm for countless ideas, stories and hobbies.
Behind the mask is a being who really finds his joy in helping others find their light.
Behind the mask is the letdown who says, “Today will be different.”
Behind the mask is the long-shot who knows they’ll never see it coming.
Behind the mask is the Son who is “carrying the fire”.
Behind the mask is the hopeful who believes that the great stories of virtue can be made manifest in life.
Behind the mask is a leader who is terrified, but who works the courage to says “Follow after me and I will guide you.”
Behind the mask is a believer who stands before the monsters of life to say the words, “The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.”
Behind the mask is the lover who longs to look upon Beauty and know the warmth of its gaze.
Behind the mask is the father who finds strength in the smiles of children.
Behind the mask is the old sage who knows that he doesn’t really know anything.
Behind the mask is me.
Darkness and light.
Hope and Fear.
Wisdom and folly.
Lies and truth.
Yet still the mask remains, and I question whether it could also be me as well. Though my skin hides my inner parts, is my flesh not also as much a part of me as my lungs or bones?
Yes I am both the mask and the soul behind it.
You too, are the both a mask and a soul together.
Do these words pull at the person hidden beneath your mask?
We must not forsake our mask for it is the armor that protects us, but we must also not neglect that which is beneath it, like we too often do. I must know myself beneath the mask, but to do so I must share it with you. And that too is true for you.
So, let me see more of you beneath and I will too share the same, and let us see what strange and fascinating journey we begin as I begin to know you and you begin to know me too.
Last night me and a very dear friend spent most of the night on Mt. Magazine in Paris, AR, the highest point in Arkansas. We laid on the ground for hours in surprisingly cold weather, looking at the countless stars, the visible milky way, the complex constellations, the artificial satellites and the dozens of shooting stars. Time went on forever it felt like while laying there talking and watching. It affected me in ways that I can’t really wrap my head around yet.
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You see something I realized not too long ago is that I’m truly fascinated with space, possibly even obsessed. I started realizing I was always drawn to science fiction that took place in space, it wasn’t the hi-tech gadgets that drew me in though. It was the exploration, colonization, and study of this massive universe that hooked me. The thought that the next collective step of humanity is into the depths of this uncharted wilderness. I love studying the immensity of objects in space, and yet despite their size they are ultimately dominated by space, empty space. 99.999999999999999….% of matter is empty space. You are mostly empty space. Your computer is mostly empty space. There are billions of miles of space between planets and solar systems and then these objects bigger than multiple Earths combined are still almost entirely just space. Fascinating.
This is what space does to me. It makes me think about really big things like Red Giants that are hundreds of times bigger than our own seemingly huge sun.
Or ideas like when I look up and see the milky way at night, I’m seeing across the galaxy like looking across the middle of a packed room and realizing my eyes and mind can’t comprehend the amount of stars that are in only a 1×1 inch area of it and most likely somewhere out there is some other intelligent beings looking up across at us thinking something similar.
Space also makes me think of really small things like clouds of tiny particles of space dust that the sun shines through making parts of the night sky glow as if God had splashed gold dust into piles of twinkling diamonds. It strains at my mind’s very understanding of reality.
We look up at sky scrapers that take up less than .01% (made up this number but it’s pretty clear they don’t take up much at all) of Earth’s surface and we think those are massive! Yet they are nothing to the size of Earth. We travel all the way around the world and think how it feels as if the world goes on nearly forever. But then you look up and see that tiny burning ball in the sky and you realize it’s the size of a marble from 92.96 MILLION miles away… it’s 870,000 miles across and can hold 1 million earths in it, you can’t fathom that concretely.
Then you read how the pinpoint stars you see up in the sky are often bigger than our own star. In fact there is a star that’s radius is 1650 times bigger than our Sun. If you replaced our’s with it, it would expand out past Jupiter.
Another one is 8,700,000 millions times brighter than our sun. Insane right?
How about this then… This galaxy, the Milky Way is around 100,000 light years in diameter. That means taking roughly 6 trillion miles and multiplying it by 100,000… no big deal.Except there is another galaxy up in the sky that you can see called Andromeda and it is one of our closest universal neighbors. It is over 200,000 light years in diameter. At this point, you and I both have absolutely lost the concept of how big things are. We have no way of relating with these numbers, but I’m not done yet.
There is another galaxy Hercules A, that is over 1.5 million light years across. 6 trillion miles x 1.5 million will give you the mileage, absolutely huge. The Milky Way has probably around 200-400 billion stars… not planets, STARS. Our puny galaxy is packed! Sort of.
The Milky Way is producing around 10 stars per year, there is a galaxy that is making them at a speed around 4,000 per year and it’s just warming up. It’s likely to become one of the largest galaxies someday. Right now though, there are galaxies with similar structure to ours out there with 1 trillion stars and others not like ours with 100 trillion stars… Backtrack to Andromeda though, being one of our CLOSEST neighbors is still 2,538,000 light years away (you know how to figure the mileage by now). Then there is a galaxy that’s name is just a string of numbers and letters, that is possibly the most distant observed object in the universe 13.3 BILLION miles away think about that distance.
It’s maddening to think about… I’m not done though, but close. The OBSERVABLE universe is about 46 billion light years across. That’s what we can see. Also, the universe has expanded ever since the Big Bang. However, recently we learned it’s not simply expanding at a constant speed, it’s accelerating. Whoa. Most of these last few numbers I’ve mentioned are scientific estimates, it’s impossible to be exact, but most of them are confidently within the ball park. However at this point they get a bit more speculative, but they still aren’t vague guesses. These huge galaxies we’ve talked about? There are probably around 100 TRILLION of them in our universe. And that leaves us with around 300 sextillion stars (3.23 x 10^23, or write 323 and add 23 zeros after it.) Finally though, we are starting to gain bits of evidence that lead us to believe that there is a very real possibility of multiple universes. Maybe a finite number, possibly an infinite number all making up the multiverse. To get into the hypothesizes for what they might be like is an entirely different talk though. So now think back about how big you thought that Empire State building was and then realize how far we’ve come to multiple universes in size. Not sure what to think right?
I’ll give you this take away though, you are small, incredibly so. Yet, we know us humans are composed of atoms, and atoms have particles like protons and electrons which get broken down more and more until you get to things like quarks which to tidy up briefly is like this:
Atom = 1,000,000 times smaller than a human hair
Proton = 100,000 times smaller than an atom (or 1,000,000 x 100,000 times smaller than a hair)
Quarks are far smaller than these to the point of being geometrically a point, like the dots you put on graphes. Taking up no space and having no size but still existing as a place. I have no idea how to even make sense of that to be honest. Yet now it’s become likely that quarks are made of even smaller things we haven’t figured out how to look at yet. So yeah, you are small, but not THAT small. Which means really you are just average if even that. You aren’t even a footnote, just a random number on a scale.
So how about I finish by getting to my point?
Looking at space stretches me. It stretches my understanding of everything. It challenges every thought I have like some eccentric professor saying, “Think bigger Luke! Yet also, still you must think infinitely smaller too!” It forces me to look at myself, my life and everything else and realize how insignificant it all is in comparison to the majesty of all this creation before. Luke Liddell is not special. I am not important. I am made up of the dead atomic remains of once gloriously powerful stars. I’m smaller than small and bigger than big. Yet the Bible says creation is broken and the Grand Canyons and starry skies which appear so beautiful are but a shadow of what they were and what they will be.
They are awaiting redemption along with us. And yet still even beyond that beauty and majesty is an infinitely more majestic God. God is this being that is bigger than ALL of these unfathomable reaches and still smaller than the most microscopic of crevices. Infinite in both directions. Alpha and Omega. He who was and is and is to come. I start sputtering words trying to think of the size of Him. That’s a good thing though. In his size, he made all these things, universes and quarks each. He built them and placed them and knows them absolutely perfectly and they run and work as they do every single moment of existence each individually because he commands them to. Yet surrounded by all the beauty and power that is producing awe and wonder in this multiverse, he chose us. Humans. He chose to place us at the pinnacle of ALL creation. Governors or co-heirs with him of all it. He gave us all of it. And you, a human being, a person, despite innumerable beautiful things he made and the countless things He is always doing, chose to know you intimately. Not just a matter of knowing absolutely everything about you, but knowing you personally.
Here’s an example; do you have a relationship with a piece of wood you pick up on the ground? Yes! You and it have crossed paths and though insignificantly so, you and it are tied together forever. Maybe you carve it into something which makes that relationship with it a little less insignificant. Yet still, your relationship to a piece of wood is nothing in comparison to your relationship with your best friend, your kid or your significant other. Out of every animal and organism, out of every object from whole universes, to excessively bright star, to the thing that make up quarks… he chose you *insert your name here* to love and cherish and dwell with. God doesn’t dwell with the supernovas and black-holes like he dwells with you. You are far more important than them. And it has nothing to do with your own intrinsic value. He bestowed value and importance to you, you did not earn it. Instead he made you in his image. You, a finite being carry in your soul a piece of that infinity, his “otherness”. Nothing else has that. NOTHING. It’s something more powerful than all the burning suns combined and that is why sin is so ridiculously awful and his grace so unbelievably incredible. Despite the mess we’ve made of things, he died for us and is restoring everything, us and all the beautiful things in existence. He is making all things new. He became sin who knew no sin so that we might become the righteousness of God. While we were yet sinners, Christ died for us. That is our God. That is Jesus. God himself does not dwell in stars or galaxies, no instead he chose to live in us. We are his temple… what does it mean? Well… it means he’s good and truly awesome. Beyond that I don’t know. I know one day I will see him face to face though and I will finally comprehend all these intangible things talked about here and I will be in awe, and I will be so overwhelmed that all I will know to do is worship him for who he is. Where we go from there I don’t know either, what adventures he has planned for us then, I can’t speculate but thinking about it last night certainly made me smile.
So next time you get a chance one evening, read Job 38 through the rest of the book, or Psalm 19 then go outside and see the blackness of space and all the stars. Have your mind stretched a bit by simply stopping and taking it in and just as God himself said, “Be still and know.”
“Is not God in the height of heaven? and behold the height of the stars, how high they are!” – Job 22:12
“The stars are the jewels of the night, and perchance surpass anything which day has to show. A companion with whom I was sailing one very windy but bright moonlight night, when the stars were few and faint, thought that a man could get along with them,—though he was considerably reduced in his circumstances,—that they were a kind of bread and cheese that never failed.” — Henry David Thoreau, ‘Night and Moonlight,‘ published in Excursions, 1913.
So. I don’t write a whole lot these days. Sorry for the 2.3 people who actually are interested in my thoughts. But I got something now!
For all but 3 hours of 2013, I’ve been sick. Whether its the flu or a cold I’m not sure. I may have had a fever at one point. Now I just have the runny nose, sore throat, congestion, chills, shakiness, all around miserable feeling. It really sucks, but I’ve also been a lot sicker before. But it’s a good opportunity to talk about something… I’m not exactly sure if it’s a common thought or not
I’ve always been thankful for unfortunate, sad, depressing, and even painful events in my life. When I’m dealing with them, i’m usually preoccupied with the existential questions of “Why me???” Almost always afterward, and occasionally while i’m in it, I’ll have this moment where I just kinda see it. It’s this realization of all the things in life and in making life, that work against me existing are innumerable and that fact that I do exist and have done so for 21 years is mind-boggling. And that’s when it hits me. I’m alive. By the grace of God, my heart is doing it’s thing. The fact that I’m sick, shows me, I’m alive right now. My body is fighting and struggling. And that’s the key. Struggle. Challenge.
It’s life’s challenges that remind us what we are after, what we are about. Its when everything is peachy and we stop struggling and stop being challenged that we fade away. It’s like being in space, without the challenge gravity presents, our bones and muscles literally fade away. Yet when I add struggle to them with say weightlifting, they build and they grow and they become more and more alive.
I love football. Its a sport that highlights this idea really well. You struggle and you challenge and its can be punishing but to those who play the game, they’ll tell you themselves, its worth it. The pain is almost pleasurable. It’s a mark of progress, it just isn’t the same without it.
The best athletes and the greatest minds will tell you: Pain, struggles, challenges aren’t obstacles, they are opportunities. And the reason they are the best is because they’ve embraced that fact. You can’t have a mountaintop moment until you’ve hiked a mountain.
I truly believe there will be struggle and challenge in heaven. Just not the way we know it. It will always lead somewhere, we will never struggle or challenge in vain. We won’t become weary, or disheartened.
So next time you have a moment or situation that is negative. Thank God for the chance to grow. Embrace the struggle and realize that against all odds, YOU’RE ALIVE.
“If there is no struggle, there is no progress. Those who profess to favor freedom, and yet depreciate agitation, are men who want crops without plowing up the ground. They want rain without thunder and lightning. They want the ocean without the awful roar of its many waters. This struggle may be a moral one; or it may be a physical one; or it may be both moral and physical; but it must be a struggle.” – Frederick Douglass
“There is scarcely any passion without struggle.” – Albert Camus
“The harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly; it is dearness only that gives everything its value. I love the man that can smile in trouble, that can gather strength from distress and grow.” – Thomas Paine
“Rejoice not over me, O my enemy;
when I fall, I shall rise;
when I sit in darkness,
the Lord will be a light to me.
I will bear the indignation of the Lord
because I have sinned against him,
until he pleads my cause
and executes judgment for me.
He will bring me out to the light;
I shall look upon his vindication.
Then my enemy will see,
and shame will cover her who said to me,
“Where is the Lord your God?”
My eyes will look upon her;
now she will be trampled down
like the mire of the streets.”
A couple of things about these verses.
#1. It’s my favorite section of scripture.
#2. John Piper calls this “gutsy guilt” When you know you have sinned, you know deserve chastisement but you refuse to surrender hope. You refuse to be overtaken with a sense of hopelessness, the refusal to deny that God is bigger than your sin.
#3. I have a tattoo based on this verse. It is the Hebrew word Nits-dak. It means justified, vindicated, right, righteous, just etc. I got it in November 2010 on my right forearm. It is a reminder to myself. See I’m my biggest critic. Quick to speak mercy for others, but wrath for myself. The tattoo is reminder that no matter how many times I fall down, make mistakes, fail, there will be vindication for it. That voice in your head tells you it’s your fault. You are doomed. You should give up. The thing is though, its not about how bad I was or am, it’s not about me at all, it’s about how good Christ is. You miss that and you miss the entire gospel.
#4. Try something out for me. Next time you make a mistake or fail, instead of getting on to yourself, remind yourself how good Jesus is. I promise His joy is far more powerful than your wrath.
“There is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus.” Romans 8:1
“When God accepts a sinner, He is, in fact, only accepting Christ. He looks into the sinner’s eyes, and He sees His own dear Son’s image there, and He takes him in.”
Everyone has dreams, aspirations, visions for their life. Many want power, fame and fortune. Others, to find that certain something. Some it’s simply to have a wife, kids, and a dog. Few have a dream quite like mine. I want to go to the land of Somalia. Arguably the world’s most dangerous country. I want to go and love people who hate everything I am about. I want to see them come to know Christ for who he truly is, not as they have been deceived to believe. I want to educate, train and inspire the people of that country, in a way that will allow them to help themselves. To build a legitimate nation that they can call home. One that is safe, stable, and providing. I plan to spend my life there, and pour out all of me that I have on them. Whatever the cost.
Most people don’t have dreams like those. Most even disagree with those dreams. They say they are reckless, foolish, fantasy. I say that the fantasy is the lie that we buy as we grow up. The time when we go from saying, one day, I’ll do great things. To eventually saying, it’s not possible. I submit to you that I refuse to be defeated though. I gladly will give my time, money, possessions, abilities, health and life for those people, because God has given me a heart for them. A vision of glory for His Righteous Name and He, nor I through Him, will be denied. I pray that others will come to have this dream too.
Defend the cause of the weak and fatherless; support the rights of the poor and oppressed. Rescue the weak and needy; deliver them from the hand of the wicked. Psalm 82:3-4
Somalia land of the fatherless, with a life expectancy of 50 years, you don’t have too long to spend with children. Especially when 180 out of every 1000 children die before age 5. Let me make it a little easier to grasp. Nearly 1 out of every 5 children will never make it until 6 years old. I was in Kindergarten at that age. Life is far too short for them. As for the poor, Less than 2% of the country can afford the most basic radio. Yes, they are being oppressed too. Somalia home of warlords. Militas. Pirates. Breeding grounds for terrorist networks. One million people have died so far from famine, violence has limited the World Food Programme’s abilities in the region. The country is in a State of Emergency. There is no central government. We talk of the struggles for those in Ethiopia, get this though, Somalis go to Ethiopia to get medical treatment because the quality of treatment in Somalia is so poor.
Isaiah explains my heart better than anyone else:
The Spirit of the Sovereign LORD is on me, because the LORD has anointed me to preach good news to the poor. He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners… Isaiah 61:1
10,000,000 people of this land are dying oppressed by demonic forces at a pace that is hard to comprehend, nearly every single one of them on a path that leads to an eternal Hell.
We Americans are too often cowards.
We CHRISTIANS, are too often cowards.
To live is Christ, to die is gain.
Behold I am sending you out like sheep among wolves.
And fear not them which kill the body, but are not able to kill the soul: but rather fear him which is able to destroy both soul and body in hell.
Fear none of those things which you shall suffer: behold, the devil shall cast some of you into prison, that you may be tried; and you shall have tribulation ten days: be faithful unto death, and I will give you a crown of life.
Then said Jesus unto his disciples, If any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow me.
Then Paul answered, “What are you doing, weeping and breaking my heart? For I am ready not only to be imprisoned but even to die in Jerusalem for the name of the Lord Jesus.”
Why do we numb ourselves with luxury and comfort and call it blessed? Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. The few who do allow themselves to heed the call, immediately drop the most dangerous places, why? There is no peace in this world for the Christian! There is peace in our soul, but not in this world! We speak of God’s love, and say that we surrender all (MOST) and we say that we care and deep within we bury the truth under excuses. There are no known ministries in Somalia. None. There were a few attempts, they were either feeble, or selfish and they failed. They need help. If not you, then who? When Christ calls a man, he bids him come and die. Will you go?
I’m not trying to make martyrs. I’m trying to spread the gospel. I have no plan to go over there and get killed. Death is an accepted and quite possible reality though, and I refuse to allow it to break my spirit.
The prophets and the martyrs don’t see the hooting throng, their eyes are fixed on the eternities. I will go. My question to you is will you go? Somalia needs workers, the harvest is plentiful, ten million strong, but the workers are so few. They need, teachers, journalists, laborers, doctors, ministers, engineers, they need it all. It’s time the Spirit of Freedom came to the land of the broken and beaten. Who will carry the light? Pray on it. If you have any questions, or want any information, please feel free to contact me.
“Go for souls and go for the worst.” – William Booth