Over 100 years ago white missionaries came into our beautiful land bringing the good news. Frail as they might have been and imperfect as all men are, they weathered the hardship for the joy of having fellowship with us in the Father and his son Jesus. Many of them didn’t even survive the journey to the interior with disease and wild animals slaughtering them, and those who survived, our fore fathers killed thinking they were enemies. Nevertheless they kept coming for the call beckoned them on and it made them restless until they would see their African brothers know who they had come to know and love. In their sacrifice they portrayed the very sacrifice of their master and Lord.
Fast forward to today, they still come. And that, my brothers, bothers me a lot! It’s not their sacrifice that bothers me for that is a pleasing aroma to the Lord, but it’s the African reluctance to carry on the baton to the yet unreached peoples of the world. Why, my African brothers, do we still look to our white brothers to do a double portion of the work that the Lord has given us to do. Do we mock and despise the task of our Lord, or do we think and believe less of what our Lord thinks of us? The call to go and reach the yet unreached peoples is for the African church as much as it is for the white church. That call is an obligation to every believer everywhere. Have we become content in our beautiful buildings, vast choirs, sophisticated sermons and comfortable lives (not that these are necessarily wrong) that we have forgotten that it’s to the ends of the world that our Lord has commanded us and beckons us. If we have forgotten, may God help us to awaken to our mandate, but if we have merely ignored what we know to be true, then woe to us for then we act like that servant who hid his one talent in the ground. For many of us we have been paralyzed by fear in a culture and society that celebrates caution over relentless abandonment to God. This fear has so paralyzed us that we dare not risk anything for the one we profess to love and give our lives to. Paul the apostle writes and tells us that Christ died so that we may no longer live for ourselves but for Him who died for all. My African friends, it’s our time. It’s our season. We are without excuse. We must step out in faith and risk our lives for him who died for us. North Africa is waiting, Europe is in dire need, and Asia is calling. Shall we look on as spectators or shall we join the war and be a part of the victory procession of our Lord?
It’s our time. It’s time for the African missionary, the African messenger. How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news!