Under the tree

I remember a day in my life. It was in April 1997. I was out praying, walking, in a beautiful place. It was my home, an estate that I had grown up on. It was verdant and green and picturesque. A storm was brewing. Electric storms were common at that time of year. As I was passing a towering oak tree, God spoke something to me. It was to shape many things to come. "Mark 13" was the message. I rushed home. "And the gospel must first be preached to all nations." Little did I know how these words to a 21-year old would realize. I am instructed to preach the gospel of Jesus to the nations of the world. Fifteen years later, I am still at my task.