On my dresser sit three large jars of M&Ms. And I don’t even like M&Ms!
So why are they there?
They are there to remind me. I’m a visual person. It’s with my eyes I dream and think and pray and thank and remember.
When I look at these three jars, representing reality, I remember.
I remember the first jar represents the language groups of the world that have the entire Bible.
I remember the second jar represents the language groups of the world that have portions of the Bible.
And I remember the third jar represents the language groups of the world that don’t have even one verse of the Bible. Not one verse!
After reading stories and saying goodnight to the kids, I climb in bed. I sit up, book or phone in hand, and I see them. I think through my day and the complaints of my heart and my eyes fall on that third jar, full to the brim. It is then that I remember what the real problem is.
It’s bad enough when we have a Bible and don’t choose to treasure it or even read it. God will deal with our prideful and rebellious heart (prideful because not reading indicates we don’t truly believe we have a need for it and rebellious because God tells us to let the words of Christ richly dwell within us.) If we choose not to partake of the living bread, it’s on us. “But Abraham said, ‘They have Moses and the Prophets; let them hear them.'” (Luke 16:29).
But what about those who lack the choice to read? The choice to hear? The choice to know and understand?
That third jar represents the 4000+ languages of the world who don’t have a choice. They don’t have even one word of Scripture in a language they can clearly understand.
I end my day looking at the jars, knowing I can think of no better way to spend my short time on earth than to use my loaves and fish, as pitiful as they may be, to fill the first two jars by emptying the third.
What about you?