Take a look at the edges of our fields, and you’ll see people our society claims don’t matter. But in God’s eyes, every soul is of inestimable worth. And these people at the edges of the field are hungry. Hungry for love. Hungry for affection. Hungry for friendship. Hungry for a listening ear. Hungry for hope. Hungry to know God is there and that He cares. And I wonder—have we harvested with the margins in mind? Do we intentionally serve people on the edge?
