The Infinite Love of an Infinite God
Bible translators Des and Jenny Oatridge were so sure that God cares not just for the thousands but for the ones and twos that they resolved to bypass large language groups that needed the Bible and find a language known only by a tiny minority. They got their wish when they heard of a language on the verge of extinction in Papua New Guinea. It was spoken by just 111 people. To sacrificially spend oneís life for so few would be remarkable if that tiny population were stable, but their numbers were plummeting at a phenomenal rate. Moreover, relative to hundreds of language groups, their need was minor; the tribe already had a strong Christian witness in languages they half knew. Nonetheless, the Oatridges devoted more than a quarter of a century to the herculean task of putting Godís Word into the mother tongue of this dying tribe. The heart of God and the hope that a few primitives might more fully comprehend the Gospel spurred them year after year.
Many of us would feel failures if our sole ministry were to a few homeless people. Yet we would think we had Ďarrivedí if our ministry were to three millionaires. What twisted minds weíve got.
Letís push aside petty human concepts and rise to the challenge of thinking like God.
The Savior shed as much blood for a derelict as he did for the entire world. In the combined angelic and human hosts there might be a trillion objects of Godís love, yet our amazing Lord loves an individual, not with a trillionth of his love, but with all his love. Moreover, his love for that person is infinite. You canít exceed Ďallí, nor can you beat infinity. That makes it impossible for Godís collective love for a million, or a trillion, to exceed his love for one solitary person. Thatís perfect love.
So, as staggering as it seems, if you alone can reach a particular individual, your contribution is as vital to God as that of someone who can reach a million.
Moreover, people who on earth enjoy popularity are already receiving a portion of their reward. Other things being equal, if your labors are unrecognized, you are more blessed than the person made famous by the obvious success of reaching a million. Instead of receiving your reward now, youíre accumulating eternal wealth. Thatís great news because heavenís interest rates are out of this world. (Luke 14:12-14; 12:33; 1 Corinthians 9:18)
Forget the multitudes; you are blessed if, by being true to your call, you touch just one person.
In fact you can do seemingly even less and still accomplish much. Consider Scott and his team, who struggled to the South Pole only to discover their honor of being the first to reach the Pole was lost forever. Amundsen had beaten them by about a month. To add to the futility, they endured further blizzards, illness, frostbite and starvation only to perish; the last three dying just a few kilometers from safety. Yet today their miserable defeat ending with death in frozen isolation, witnessed by not a living soul, is hailed as one of the greatest ever epics of human exploration and endurance.
Every fiber of my being is convinced that their glory is just a shadow of what you can achieve. Though you suffer in isolation and apparent futility, the depths of your trial known to no one on earth, your name could be blazed in heavenís lights, honored forever by heavenís throngs for your epic struggle with illness, bereavement, or whatever. The day is coming when what is endured in secret will be shouted from the housetops. Look at Job: bewildered, maligned, misunderstood; battling not some epic foe but essentially common things Ė a financial reversal, bereavement, illness; Ė not cheered on by screaming fans, just booed by some one-time friends. If even on this crazy planet Job is honored today, I canít imagine the acclaim awaiting you when all is revealed. Your battle with lifeís miseries can be as daring as Davidís encounter with Goliath. Donít worry that others donít understand this at present. One day they will.
God Loves Me! Receive Your Own Revelation of Godís love
This is an extract from a fascinating web book:
Waiting for Your Ministry: The Quest for Fulfillment.