{"id":139,"date":"2015-03-12T13:43:37","date_gmt":"2015-03-12T18:43:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/musings.butchevans.com\/?p=139"},"modified":"2015-03-26T21:12:56","modified_gmt":"2015-03-27T02:12:56","slug":"i-am-your-neighbor","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/musings.butchevans.com\/?p=139","title":{"rendered":"I Am Your Neighbor"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>This poem was written in August 5, \u00a02007. \u00a0I heard a sermon that Sunday about realistic evangelistic goals. \u00a0The sermon was based on <span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><em><strong>Matthew 9:35-38<\/strong><\/em><\/span>, which reads:<br \/>\n<em><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">Jesus traveled through all the towns and villages of that area, teaching in the synagogues and announcing the Good News about the Kingdom. And he healed every kind of disease and illness. \u00a0When he saw the crowds, he had compassion on them because they were confused and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd. \u00a0He said to his disciples, \u201cThe harvest is great, but the workers are few. \u00a0So pray to the Lord who is in charge of the harvest; ask him to send more workers into his fields.\u201d<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>I Am Your Neighbor<\/strong><br \/>\nAugust 5, 2007<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">I live in the remotest part of the world.<br \/>\nI&#8217;ve never heard of the man you call &#8220;Saviour and Lord&#8221;<br \/>\nJesus said, &#8220;The harvest is ready, but who will do the labor?&#8221;<br \/>\nI ask you to help, for I am your neighbor.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">My daddy was inside when the twin towers fell<br \/>\nWhen he died, did he go to heaven or hell?<br \/>\nJesus said, &#8220;The harvest is ready, but who will do the labor?&#8221;<br \/>\nI ask you to help, for I am your neighbor.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">I saw you yesterday when you went to school<br \/>\nI was hanging out with the kids who are &#8220;cool&#8221;<br \/>\nJesus said, &#8220;The harvest is ready, but who will do the labor?&#8221;<br \/>\nI ask you to help, for I am your neighbor.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">I live just next door to you, yet we&#8217;ve never spoken<br \/>\nYou don&#8217;t know about my heart that was recently broken<br \/>\nJesus said, &#8220;The harvest is ready, but who will do the labor?&#8221;<br \/>\nI ask you to help, for I am your neighbor.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Jesus looked on Jerusalem, His heart filled with compassion<br \/>\nHe knew they were religious, after their own fashion<br \/>\nJesus said, &#8220;The harvest is ready, but who will do the labor?&#8221;<br \/>\nHe asked you to help, for they are your neighbors.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">The people from hither to yon, need to know the wages of sin.<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s our commission to tell them of Christ&#8217;s sacrifice for them.<br \/>\nJesus said, &#8220;The harvest is ready, but who will do the labor?&#8221;<br \/>\nI ask you to help, for I am your neighbor.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This poem was written in August 5, \u00a02007. \u00a0I heard a sermon that Sunday about realistic evangelistic goals. \u00a0The sermon was based on Matthew 9:35-38, which reads: Jesus traveled through all the towns and villages of that area, teaching in the synagogues and announcing the Good News about the Kingdom. 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