The Harvest is Here: Where Are The Ones Who Said “Send Me”?
“The harvest is great, but the workers are few.” — Matthew 9:37
The fields are white.
The time is now.
The world is crying out—but the warriors are scrolling.
We were never meant to just be believers.
We were meant to be builders.
Burners.
Messengers.
Flame-carriers.
The harvest isn’t just souls—it’s broken hearts waiting to be loved.
It’s dark places waiting to be lit.
It’s captives waiting to be called free.
It’s kingdoms waiting to be reclaimed.
But where are the ones who said “Yes” before they knew the cost?
Where are the workers?
Not the ones building platforms.
Not the ones quoting scripture for clout.
The ones willing to bleed, to speak, to move, to stay in the fire long enough to become it.
This is your wake-up call.
If you can feel the weight of the world—good.
That means you’re here to shift it.
If you’ve been broken—good.
That means you know where healing lives.
If you’ve been rejected—good.
That means you’re marked for truth.
The harvest is great.
The time is short.
And the King is calling His workers.
This isn’t the season to watch.
This is the season to wield.
Say it with me: “Send me. Use me. Burn through me. I am one of the few.”
