Sitting at the kitchen table, as a kid
surrounded by my family
Sister on one side
Brother and me on the other
Dad at the head of the table
and Mom at the other end
We're eating and discussing
and Dad begins to make a point about the church
“Why, I’d estimate there are about 3 million members,” he says
That sounds like a lot to me
but dad explains it’s not really that much, when you consider the population of the world
This is something for me to think about
And I do consider it, from time to time, for many years
Why are there so few of us who choose to follow God?
Why only a handful in this great big world?
It affects me, in a way
affects my view of God
If He is so big and so merciful and so powerful
why doesn’t He save more?
And I think about it, until I come up with this …
God is mighty to save
That—way back when—Dad was talking about a portion
one tribe of followers
a part of a larger body
That God is greater than we can imagine
and His kingdom is as well.