Where are you, from a Missions calendar

Where Are You?



You who are fortunate enough to know what it means to be saved?

Where are you who have been washed in the blood of Jesus Christ?

Where have you been?

Can’t you see we are in agony?

Didn’t Christ command you to come to us?

The world is perishing in its darkness.

Have mercy, and come to us;

We beseech you to come!

We are clad in the rags of ruin, totally bankrupt.

Only God can help us now;

But we will also have a chance to hear His voice.

His peace and His salvation, will we also have access to them?

Where are you?

Where are you bearers of light?

We call out to you, but there is no answer

Have you fallen asleep?

Where are you?

• A translated poem written by a young Central Asian girl, on behalf of her people, to Christians everywhere

Where Are You?



You who are fortunate enough to know what it means to be saved?

Where are you who have been washed in the blood of Jesus Christ?

Where have you been?

Can’t you see we are in agony?

Didn’t Christ command you to come to us?

The world is perishing in its darkness.

Have mercy, and come to us;

We beseech you to come!

We are clad in the rags of ruin, totally bankrupt.

Only God can help us now;

But we will also have a chance to hear His voice.

His peace and His salvation, will we also have access to them?

Where are you?

Where are you bearers of light?

We call out to you, but there is no answer

Have you fallen asleep?

Where are you?

• A translated poem written by a young Central Asian girl, on behalf of her people, to Christians everywhere

The harvest is plenty but the labourers few

Time is clocking on... round the clock it goes.. what else is there to do really... what else matters in the big scheme of everything? Cars driving so fast around, where they going anyway??? We can get so busy not going anywhere but round roundabouts across cities stuck in traffic when people are oppressed, in chains, in need...

Pray give us courage Holy Spirit — boldness, humility, deliverance from hindrances, fear.. shyness.. barriers... the past, the enemies interferences


Souls matter. It’s one way or the other... in the end... no one knows the hour.. may we as believers have humble boldness to Tell the Gospel to the lost, for their souls are so precious and we could be used as someone was used to tell us then we believed on Christ’s Gospel. Thanks to the ones who told me 🕊 Sorry it was so ugly and difficult. But they said it would be worth it... it’s worth it, it’s worth salvation, deliverance, new creations.. many more being born every day.. many to tell. Don’t let no one stop you telling The Gospel and helping out!