In Our Jerusalem

We're concerned for the sinner in China,

The heathen in Mandalay.

But, say, do we care, have we offered a prayer

For the neighbor just over the way?

We say we would go with the Gospel

To lighten dark Africa's shore.

Have we spoken a word in the name of the Lord

To the people who live next door?

That farmer who lives down the highway,

Who looks so forbidding and grim,

Do we have no "call" to witness at all

Or to speak of the Saviour to him?

We'd take the Gospel to savages;

We'd cross the stormy tide,

But not personally tout what the Gospel's about

To the fellow who works by our side.

We'd testify to our great Saviour

And His love we have found so sweet

To the Hottentot, but certainly not

To the friends whom we meet on the street.

By Lorie C. Gooding

Don't misunderstand the point of the poem above; I have the highest regard for those who go abroad to serve in some distant field. But here's the point - if we truly have a heart for souls, that ought to be most obvious the closest to home. In fact, if we would do a good job reaching the lost close to home, we would have a lot more ambassadors of Christ going to the unreached multitudes all over the globe!!!

Our "Jerusalem" must be a priority!!! Otherwise, the "uttermost part" of the earth will never be reached at all.

Acts 1:8 But ye shall receive power, after that the Holy Ghost is come upon you: and ye shall be witnesses unto me both in Jerusalem, and in all Judaea, and in Samaria, and unto the uttermost part of the earth.