Displaced and Torn

The sidewalks are full of people scurrying from class to class and freshmen finding their new love (o boy). My shelves are full of textbooks. My planner full of due dates... yet my brain and emotions seem to be displaced. I listened to a native Burmese brother pray for his country; my heart was torn between brokenness and joy. To hear his love for the Father was so encouraging to hear yet my heart broke because there are so many people worshiping false idols who, as he said,  "can't save their sins." I just finished reading a book of one brother's venture to South America and His life among a tribal nation. This again tore my heart in two different directions.  It was such a great joy to join him in his journey in seeing those people sing out to Jesus and "walk His trails" but then I was reminded of how many are out there without any knowledge nor the resources to know...I know school is preparation but that doesn't mean it changes my state here of stomach churning thinking of the fact that  people don't know and have no opportunity... Lord, You know all the hearts that are not singing your praises, You know they need to hear of You. Send out You laborers. Awaken the Church to go. Father, continue to burden my heart for the lost may this burden lead me to my knees continuously. Help me to see my school work as preparation and even more important, as worship. Send out Your laborers, Lord Jesus, send them out.