Many of our readers realize that I am in fact Canadian. I must say that these last Olympic Games were very exhilarating for a Canadian.

The irony of it all was that I was actually in Florida for 2 weeks vacation during the entire Winter Olympic Games, so I watched Canada’s best game showing ever from the warmth and comfort of a southern state, on American television. Luckily I was back in Canada to watch the men’s hockey final, and could therefore thoroughly enjoy Canada’s gold medal in a game dubbed, “Canada’s Game”. None of the medals meant as much to the most of us, as the hockey medals did. Hockey to the average Canadian is like a NASCAR and NFL fan all rolled into one American. We take it serious.

As I watched most of the games from Florida, I must say I was pleased to see how well the Canadian games were perceived, and how respectful the American commentators were toward the host country. I was also very pleased to see just how well Canada did in getting not only the most gold medasl Canada has ever received, but getting the most gold out of any country ever at an Olympic games. So why do I bring all this up? Well.

Canada experienced a very large surge of patriotism. We experienced a lot of country pride, and if you looked at the streets, and the celebrations (especially after the men’ hockey game), it was wonderful to see how we all came together as one nation and cheered on the good guys.

But it got me thinking.

It got me thinking about just how many of those wonderful cheering, smiling and laughing Canadians were saved. I wondered how many of them were doomed to hell, because Christians failed to share the gospel with them.

What would happen if Christians filled the streets, with one voice, one heart, one cheer, one mission? The mission? “that repentance and remission of sins should be preached in His name to all nations….” - Luk 24:47

All nations it says.

All nations were gathered there in Vancouver for two weeks. I can only hope and pray that someone was there preaching the gospel.

And then I realize I have to ask the question...

“Where was I?”

Now go serve your King.

- J.R. Hall