The Lepers Who Found Treasure

And when these lepers came to the edge of the camp, they went into a tent and ate and drank, and they carried off silver and gold and clothing and went and hid them. Then they came back and entered another tent and carried off things from it and went and hid them. Then they said to one another, “We are not doing right. This day is a day of good news. If we are silent and wait until the morning light, punishment will overtake us. Now therefore come; let us go and tell the king's household.”
2 Kings 7:8-9 

"In the first instance, the sheer, self-centered disregard of those poor, afflicted souls was truly grievous to read. They crammed their own bellies with the sustenance presented, whilst selfishly hoarding every last spoil they could lay their hands on. Yet, it is a small mercy that, amidst such indulgence, the light of conscience pricked them, and they were brought to recognise their lapse. Even more dismaying is the pitiful truth that their unthinking actions serve as a dreadful mirror for many amongst the faithful of our own day. They greedily reap the boundless rewards of their own salvation, yet fail utterly to carry the Gospel's joyful tidings to the vast multitudes surrounding them—souls who are in desperate and profound need of that saving truth.

May the Lord, in His infinite grace, awaken every believer to a keen and vivid sense of their sacred responsibility: to spread the Holy Word to a dying and lost world. Let us not be found guilty of the sin of spiritual complacency, resting upon our own comforts while our neighbors perish in the darkness.

Verily, this humble kiosk is beginning to reveal itself as a most fantastic platform for the proclamation of the Gospel message. Though somewhat secluded, it is, by a happy paradox, always greatly populated with souls. The tranquil ambience here greatly aid in focusing the attention of those present upon the weighty message, guarding them well from distracting noise. Surrounded as it is by an ample garden, complete with a fountain and a spot dedicated to the recreation of children, this modest structure hath transcended its original purpose as a simple resting-place. It is now, unmistakably, a venue where the Good News of the Gospel may be freely and openly shared.

The very nature of this open-air setting imparts a most warm and welcoming atmosphere. Families take their leisure in the afternoon stroll; students, having concluded their studies, pause to sit; vendors ply their trade within the hearing of the voice; and the joyous cries of children is heard from the distance. Amidst this most natural backdrop, the kiosk stands ready as an appointed place to present the Savior to the people.

There is an unending stream of those who pass through, and, what is more telling, they frequently enter to take their rest, not merely for the convenience of the place, but because they are drawn by the message being proclaimed within its hearing. Here is where strangers, for a blessed season, cease to be passers-by, and become attentive listeners. Though some may view this as but a common or accustomed place, to many who sit upon its benches, it hath become, at least for that short moment, a sanctuary—a place to hear that one, life-changing, vital truth: that Christ died for the ungodly.

We proceeded to a local diner to share a meal as the rain started and opted to ride out despite the now heavy downpour. What should have been a 20-minute scooter ride ended up taking an hour and a half under the rain, caught in traffic that was at a standstill. My spirit was singing all the way home even though we were soaked. We arrived home safe just in time for our 8PM prayer meeting.