A few months ago, I met my first truly unreached person in the Himalayan foothills. When I mentioned the Name of Jesus to her, she responded with a blank stare and continued beating the grain she harvested earlier that day.
I shared the gospel and left. She seemed unmoved by the message.
That evening at camp, I wrestled with the concept of privilege and noted “it is a privilege to hear the gospel more than once.”
In those mountains, I was surrounded by men, women, and children who’d never heard the gospel—a story that I hear multiple times a day and often take for granted.
Until that point, I’d tied privilege to stuff—like a quality education, nice car, and designer clothes in the closet. But privilege can be anything I have access to that others don’t—especially opportunities that allow me to explore God.
In one of his sermons, David Platt talks about how we have nothing to do with where we are born. Our location and exposure to the gospel is solely a result of God’s unmerited grace toward us.
And those of us with access to the good news have been given mercy for a mission.
The grace we’ve received has a goal that’s not intended to center on us. It is centered on Christ’s Name among all the nations.
The fact that I live in the Bible Belt of the United States is God’s grace to me. It is the greatest privilege to be called a child of God, and with that privilege comes a great responsibility to share the joy of knowing God with those we encounter—at home and overseas.
If you’ve been privileged to hear and believe in the gospel, are you sharing it with others?