Bridging the Gap

Last year God blessed me with an incredible opportunity. God opened the doors so I could go to the Dominican Republic. It was really all an answer to prayer. I'd spent a year in prayer. The first 6 months in so-so prayer, the last 6 months in earnest prayer. Though my prayer had been to be able to go there for 2 months God totally rearranged my prayer and my plans. His were better so I wasn't at all opposed. Instead of 2 months He ended up fixing it up so I could go at a better time and for more time. Those 2 months became 6 months. It was sweet. On my flight over to the D.R. I had my Bible open and found the verse that I claimed as my "Missionary Battle Cry." That verse was Ezekiel 22:30, "I searched for a man among them who would build up the wall and stand in the gap before Me for the land, so that I would not destroy it; but I found no one." My prayer was to be found as "the one." I wanted to be the man who would bridge the gap. Since I was going in as a translator and servant there was certainly a linguistic and even cultural gap to be bridged, but there was, of course, also a greater gap that needed bridging. The gap between languages and cultures is big, but the gap between Heaven and Hell is much bigger. Now, as I look over my life I wonder why I've stopped praying that. The gap is still there. God is still searching for someone to fill the void and bridge the gap. I want to be that man.