This month, I have the privilege of bearing in my body the weight of the gospel. My team and I are walking from village to village in southern Nepal sharing the gospel of Jesus. The nation of Nepal is one of the least reached nations in the world with the gospel. Only 0.59% of the population are believers in Jesus and 328 of the 337 people groups have still not been reached with the gospel (http://joshuaproject.net/countries/NP).
The village we are staying in is right on the edge of the jungle. Throughout the night, we hear the music and drums from the nearby temples. I fall asleep aware of the cry deep in the heart of the Nepali people for their Savior. We leave our village in the mornings and walk through the heat into the jungles and along dirt roads for hours…sometimes over 6 hours a day. We walk from village to village, praying with people and telling them about Jesus. If you have never talked to someone about Jesus who has never heard about Him, I cannot describe to you what it feels like. We have stopped in villages and told people we have come to share the love of Jesus only to have them ask ‘who is that?’. Their blank faces when we mention His name bring such pain to my heart. They have never heard of Him. And those who have, do not know a single true thing about Him.
We walk for hours, from village to village, carrying the Kingdom of God throughout Nepal. I cannot help but think of the foundation that I am walking on. A foundation made up of disciples, prophets, pioneers, missionaries, mothers and fathers in the faith. I have picked up their mantle and I am carrying it to the lost….to those still bound in darkness. I am beginning to understand the price that was paid to carry the gospel to the nations by those who have gone before me. With every blister, every sunburn, every tired muscle, I rejoice in the privilege to carry His name to the places other people and cars do not go. This month, I am bearing in my body the weight of the gospel.
