The
mission of Calvary Baptist Missionary Fellowship, is to provide
prayer, support, and encouragement to International Missionaries
within the sphere of our influence. It is also our purpose to train
and send forth Christian workers, and Missionaries into the Mission
Fields; and to strengthen and undergird them, so much as we are
possibly able.
Our
vision is to work with, and assist Indigenous Pastors and local
churches, upon the Foreign Fields, as well as with Indigenous, and
Foreign Missionaries: A significant part of this vision shall be the
hope of establishing: Feeding and clothing stations; medical clinics;
churches; orphanages; and schools; in cooperation with the Indigenous
governments, and local Ministries.
Please
reflect carefully upon the deeply convicting words, contained in the
glorious old hymns, below:
LORD
OF HARVEST
Far
and near the fields are teeming,
With
the waves of ripened grain;
Far
and near their gold is gleaming,
O'er
the sunny slope and plain.
Send
them forth with morn's first beaming,
Send
them in the noontide's glare;
When
the suns last rays are gleaming,
Bid
them gather ev'rywhere.
O
thou, whom thy Lord is sending,
Gather
now the sheaves of gold;
Heav'nward
then at evening wending,
Thou
shalt come with joy untold.
(Chorus:)
Lord
of harvest, send forth reapers!
Hear
us, Lord, to Thee we cry;
Send
them now the sheaves to gather,
Ere
the harvest time pass by.
MY
HOUSE IS FULL BUT MY FIELD IS EMPTY
There
is peace and contentment in my Father's house today,
Lots of food
on His table and no one turned away.
There is singing and laughter
as the hours pass by,
But a hush calms the singing as the Father
[draweth nigh],
My house is full, but my field is empty,
Who
will go and work for Me today?
It seems my children want to stay
around my table,
But no one wants to work my fields,
No one
wants to work my fields.
Push away from the table. Look out
through the window-pane,
Just beyond the house of plenty lies a
field of golden grain.
And it's ripe unto harvest, but the
reapers, where are they?
In the house, can't the children hear
the Father sadly say,
My house is full, but my field is
empty,
Who will go and work for Me today.
It seems my children
want to stay around my table,
But no one wants to work my
fields,
No one wants to work my fields.
