Who will work in His Fields?

My nephew, Isaac, will be a tremendous husband and father one day. I am convinced that he will be such a blessing to a very lucky woman. However, right now, he is set to be a tremendous blessing to a village in Botswana for three months beginning in January after graduation in December. Although he is a Volunteer and not a Tar Heel, he is the most generous young man I know. His heart is on fire for God, and he is not ashamed of the Gospel. His work might not show direct results right away, but he will be rewarded for it in Heaven; I believe that. I could not be more proud of him.

"There is peace and contentment in the Father's House today
Lots of food on His table and no one is turned away
There is singing and laughter as the hours pass by
But a hush calms the singing as the father sadly cries

My house is full, but my field is empty, who will go and work for me today?
It seems my children all want to stay around my table
But no one wants to work in my field, no one wants to work in my field

Push away from the table, then look out through the window pane
Just beyond the house of plenty lies a field of golden grain
And it's white unto harvest, oh, but the reapers where are they?
There in the house, oh, 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 all want to stay around my table
But no one wants to work in my field, no one wants to work in my field."