Who is Following?

"Little pitchers have big ears". That is how Patty always puts it. Today Carey was looking for some crayons to color with and found some extra Bible study invitations in a cabinet. She came and said, "Daddy, someday, can I go out and give people these and tell people about Jesus like you do?" Next thing I knew she had on a 'visitation outfit' with a little basket going around trying to give Ella invitations.

While I was sitting here I remembered this statement that I heard a preacher say once: "If you are a leader, and people are following you, where are you taking them?" Being a leader can be really scary sometimes. The thing that is so scary about being a parent or pastor is that people do not just learn the good, but the bad too. When you are a missionary this becomes really real to you. It is interesting on the mission field, if you see a convert, almost every time you will know what church he/she is from. You can tell what missionary/pastor led them to Christ, without even asking them a question. When you led people you stamp an image on them without even trying. Your life will touch theirs'. We all have sin, and this mares the mark that we leave, but this is why it is so important that we always point people to Christ! We are to led them to Christ, and leave them there!

We all have people following us. I just hope that I am building a bridge for them, one that makes it easier to come to and follow Christ!

-The Bridge Builder-

An old man, going a lone highway,

Came, at the evening, cold and gray,

To a chasm, vast, and deep, and wide,

Through which was flowing a sullen tide,

The old man crossed in the twilight dim;

The sullen stream had no fears for him;

But he turned, when safe on the other side,

And built a bridge to span the tide.

"Old man," said a fellow pilgrim, near,

"You are wasting strength with building here;

Your journey will end with the ending day;

You never again must pass this way;

You have crossed the chasm, deep and wide-

Why build you the bridge at the eventide?"

The builder lifted his old gray head:

"Good friend, in the path I have come," he said,

"there followeth after me today

A youth, whose feet must pass this way.

This chasm, that has been naught to me,

To that fair-haired youth may pitfall be.

He, too, must cross in the twilight dim:

Good friend, I am buildling the bridge for him."