Dear Ones in Christ,
In my front room I have a large map of the world that covers one wall, and every night I go in there to pray. Sometimes I get so frustrated and sad when I look at certain areas of the world. Huge populations are going through the everyday problems of life totally unaware of the tremendous events soon to take place. A trumpet will sound and the Lord will descend from heaven to gather his own. Those left will face horrors never seen before.
Then I go to work and watch the printing press pouring out tracts by the millions, with packages going out the door to you every day to win the lost. But at the end of the day I know that the number of tracts printed was less than the number of babies born that day. It upsets me to think that babies are being born faster than we can print tracts.
I thank God for you who are faithfully ordering and serving the Lord spreading the Gospel both at home and in the foreign field. But it's like we are barely making a dent. Yet I should rejoice. From the first tract I drew in 1960 on my kitchen table, the Lord has blessed us in allowing us to print over one-half billion tracts in over 100 languages going world wide.
I only wish it was triple that number because I know the night is coming when no man can work. I keep hearing those words: "Go ye into all the world, and preach the gospel to every creature."
I'm sure you feel that way, too. Let's keep on keeping on. If we give out only 3 tracts a day, at least we'll touch 1000 souls each year.
Your brother in Christ,
Jack T. Chick, President
Chick Publications, Inc.