Nothing can equal the worth of the lost. There is no other project that is so close to the heart of the Father. The poor are close too. He longs to see the hungry fed and the lame healed; the brokenhearted comforted and the confused reassured.
What is this assumption with the world that the Father has no heart for those He has made? We see His glory everywhere, and we feel His heart whenever we say: “Open my eyes”. Keep me running, Daddy, keep me next to You, keep me longing for Your truth and for the spilling out of Your kingdom into my words, my eyes, my hands, my actions.
It is the lie of the Devil that says to me that my actions don’t count. It is a fabrication straight from hell that says that heaven is not interested in my prayers. Also, it is a deception that claims that the Father does not care what I do. He follows my every breath, and like a lover, He longs for a glance from me, for a word, especially for a heart cry. I have to put down my own concerns when my wife or my child wants me to do something. The Father is like that too. He is happy when I run.