As I was travelling in the plane the other day, I noticed there were no lines on the earth that distinguished states and countries like there are on my map. Those lines on my map seem important to me, they define my identity. Those lines tell me if I am a Texan or an Okie, those lines determine my nationality, those lines seem so important that surely you should be able to see them from the sky, from the heavens. As I looked from the plane, the only lines I could see were those created from years of erosion and and the power of creation.
How often do we draw artificial lines? How often do we restrict our vision? How often do we receive our identity from an artificial location?
We need the lofty view of heaven, we need to see with God's eyes. The gospel is not limited to my town, my state, or even my country. The gospel is meant for His world, the world that was made without lines, without passports. His gospel was meant to be shared with the rich and the poor, the dark and the light, the male and the female, the young and the old, the healthy and the sick, the good and the bad, the lost.
Don't get caught up in the lie of the lines on the map. Those lines may be good for taxing, but they should not hold us back from sharing.
In Him
J. Tom Washburn
