There Are No Degrees of LOST

In his book, "End of the Spear", Steve Saint shares the last letter his father wrote at Christmas time in 1955. Nate Saint and five others would be speared to death in the next few weeks. While his thoughts deal with his concern for the Aucas, they touch my heart as he speaks of the attitude that we all should have toward the lost and what it would take to reach them. "Would that we would comprehend the lot of these Stone Age people who live in mortal fear of ambush on the jungle trail...those to whom the bark of a gun means sudden, mysterious death...those who think all men in all the world are killers like themselves. If God would grant us the vision, the word ‘sacrifice’ would disappear from our lips and thoughts; we would hate the things that seem now so dear to us; our lives would suddenly be too short; we would dispise time-robbing distractions and charge the enemy with all our energies in the name of Christ. May God help us to judge ourselves by the eternities that separate the Aucas from a comprehension of Christmas and Him, Who though He was rich, yet for our sakes became poor so that we might, through His poverty, be made rich." (Page 309) In our day an age it seems easier to think of the lost if we can see them running around scantly clad and speaking some unknown language. Yet the lost pass us each and every day. They wear nice clothes, smell good, look good, but are just as lost as that savage tribe. As long as people are lost, there will be an urgency to reach them. One day their life will end, just like ours. It may not be at the end of a spear, but death by any means without Christ leaves a soul just as lost. Father open our eyes to the lost in our world. Give us the courage and since of urgency to speak a good word for Jesus.