The Gospel
Illustration★★★★“How long is it,’ asked an old Mohammedan woman in Bengal, “‘since Jesus died for sinful people? Look at me. I am old, I have prayed, given alms, gone to the holy shrines, become as dust from fasting, and all this is use- less. Where have you been all this time?”
The cry was echoed from the icy shores of the farthest Northwest ‘Territory. “You have been many moons in this land,” said an old Eskimo to the Bishop of Selkirk. “Did you know this good news then?
Since you were a boy? And your father knew? Then why did you not come sooner?”
It was heard in the snowy heights of the Andes. ““How is it,” asked a Peruvian, ‘that during all the years of my life I have never before heard that Jesus Christ spoke those precious words?”
It was repeated in the white streets of Casablanca, North Africa. “Why,” cried a Moor to a Bible seller, “have you not run everywhere with this Book? Why do so many of my people not know of the Jesus whom it pro- claims? Why have you hoarded it to yourselves?
Shame on you!” It is the cry from the four winds. How shall we answer itp
The point
People from Bengal to Alaska to the Andes to Morocco ask why the good news of Jesus took so long to reach them, a rebuke to believers who have not shared the gospel more urgently.