He felt sorry for them because they were harassed and dejected.
Like sheep without a shepherd.
Sometimes we too feel neglected.
We feel soon we will just be disappeared.
The harvest is rich.
But the labourers are few.
We ourselves sometimes don’t know our niche.
And we wait our turn in the spiritual queue.
So ask the Lord of the harvest.
To send labourers to his harvest.
And we ourselves try to reach the farthest.
However small is our own harvest.
Thus we till the soil.
All is toil.
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The harvest is rich
But the labourers are few
Are we one of them
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See Matthew 9, 36 – 10 :8