Giving yourself to the next generation

My commitment is to give the little I know and have experienced to those who follow in my footsteps. One doesn’t invest in the first option that floats down the river. Our example, Jesus, selected twelve people out of the millions of options on the planet at that time. Our Lord models the power of a great selection.

Linking with people who have potential for exponential productivity is a delight. Some soil produces, according to Jesus, thirty fold return while other soil produces sixty times what was sown. Most of your mentoring and coaching ministry could be targeted to that rare and special soil that produces ONE HUNDRED times what was sown. Find the one hundred fold people and give them everything you are and know.

MCA recently welcomed a 100 times man into our ministry for three months. Itu Wiltshire lived among us and represented Jesus exceptionally well. My prayer is that he discovered some excellent seed and soil while with us.

Fred Cottriel invested himself in me. Without a doubt Fred did so for hundreds of folks. I owe him big time. In one of his messages at our worship community, Fred read the following Will Allen Dromgoole poem that has greatly impacted my involvement in the next generation.

The Bridge

An old man going a long, high way,
Came, at the evening cold and gray,
To a chasm vast and wide and steep,
With water rolling cold and deep.
The old man crossed in the twilight dim,
The sullen stream had no fears for him,
But he turned, when safe on the other side,
And built a bridge to span the tide.

“Old man,” said a fellow pilgrim near,
“You are wasting your strength with building here,
Your journey will end with the ending day,
You never again will pass this way,
You’ve crossed the chasm deep and wide,
Why build you this bridge at eventide?”

The builder lifted his old gray head,
“Good friend, in the path I have come,” he said,
“There followeth after me today,
A youth whose feet must pass this way.
The chasm that was as naught to me,
To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be,
He, too, must cross in twilight dim,

Good friend, I am building this bridge for him.”


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