There was a man who was given a message of hope and strength.  He was told to go to a crossroad.  There he would speak the message without ceasing.  Between his hours of necessary sleep he faithfully spoke the message.

Throughout his days of Proclamation hundreds of thousands of people passed by.  At the end of each proclamation, he was told to tell the people to carry this message to those they knew.  In all the land there were only six who obeyed.

Within two weeks of his death, the message dwindled away.  Therefore another was called to take his place.  As it was for the first so it was for the succeeding hundreds.  As was the response at first so it was for the succeeding.

The Lords truth is like a river never ending.  It does not depend on the receiving.  His compassion and patience are endless in this day of proclamation and trial.

But this place will not last forever.  His patience does have an end.  It will appear at the moment of your death.  And it will appear all at once for all men.

How vital then to share what we have heard.  And what should we suspect will come of those who willingly remain mute?

With faithful boldness his servants have stood at the crossroads of humanity and spoken what they were commanded to speak.  They have not asked for reward from those who heard.  But who has heard?  Who has understood?  Who has obeyed?  Who was sent out?

By His Grace