As you drive along the roads here in Madagascar, you are bound to see some tombs. It seems to me that they increase greatly in number as you drive out through the countryside/bush and honestly some of them are pretty neat to look at. Every tribe has a different custom or reason for burying the way that they do. Some tombs have totem type poles that stick out from the top that tell the story of whoever might be buried there. Others have their cattle killed and buried with them to show how wealthy they were. Regardless of the tribe, the tombs have been serving as an ever present reminder of why we are here. Driving to Besatra last week, this one in particular stood out to me.
This may sound ridiculous but it really hit me what I was looking at. Sometimes, they seem to just be a part of the backdrop of the landscape - but they're not. They are tombs. There are people buried inside of them. These people to the extent of our knowledge were and are lost. They are in hell. Tomb after tomb after tomb of lostness. People who never heard the great news of salvation. People who never experienced peace that is beyond explanation. People who never felt the unconditional love of their Creator. People who were not able to experience forgiveness of their sins. Why? Did they reject the Truth? Some perhaps, but for the majority of them it's because
O Lord, use each of us so that ALL may hear.