Thirty-seven million. Thirty-seven million people is far more than any one person can comprehend. I recently found myself overwhelmed by this vast number as I stood in the observation tower of the Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building overlooking the city. I had been afforded the opportunity to join a Southeastern missions team to experience ministry in Japan, and this was our “orientation day.” As we stepped off the elevator, I will never forget the words the IMB missionary shared with us: “As you look out at the city, I want you to think about how, as far as the eye can see, there are people. There are thirty-seven million people in this city. Only about 0.3% of those are Christian.”
He wasn’t wrong. Six hundred sixty feet above the ground, all I could see were buildings, with Mt. Fuji being the lone exception far in the distance beyond West Tokyo. As I walked around to the various windows, I felt a mixture of emotions. On one hand, I was awestruck by the beauty of the city, every building seemingly unique in its architecture. On the other hand, I felt a heaviness in my heart at the great lostness before me. Thirty-seven million people.
The next day, we participated in a prayer walk in the Harajuku district. Because of the sheer number of people in Tokyo, the missionary recommended that we each choose a feature or item of clothing so that we could pray for different individuals as they passed by. As we stood on the sidewalk praying, I was once again overwhelmed by the amount of lostness around us. A seemingly endless stream of people walked by, and I was horrified to realize that the majority were likely not Christians.
