Jesus looked out at a crowd one day—folks tired, worn slap out, confused, and wandering around like a possum in a parking lot. And He said, “The harvest is plentiful, but the laborers are few. Ask the Lord of the harvest to send out workers into His harvest field.” (Matthew 9:37-38)

Now, I know a little bit about farming. My Grandpa taught me that when fruit’s hanging low on the vine, you don’t sit around and wait on somebody else to pick it—you grab a basket and get to work.

This world is full of folks who are bruised and battered, trying to fake it through another day. And if you’re breathing, friend, that means you’ve still got time to be a blessing. You don’t have to be a preacher or wear a suit—just love people like Jesus did. Smile at ‘em. Listen. Help carry a load. Point them to hope.

The harvest is ready. And if you’re waiting for someone to go, tag—you’re it.

Let’s be the answer to the prayer Jesus told us to pray. There’s work to do, and there’s still time to do it.