The Little Red Pastor

One day as the Little Red Pastor was scratching though his bible, he found a grain of wheat.

"This wheat must be planted," he said. "Who will plant this grain of wheat in the hearts of men?"

"I'm too shy," said the Duck.

"I'm too busy," said the Cat.

"That's not my calling," said the Dog.

"Then I will," said the Little Red Pastor. And he did.

Soon the wheat grew to be tall and yellow.

"The wheat is ripe," said the Little Red Pastor. "Who will cut the wheat with evangelism?"

"I don't know enough," said the Duck.

"That time doesn't work for me," said the Cat.

"Let me pray about it," said the Dog.

"Then I will," said the Little Red Pastor. And he did.

When the wheat was cut, the Little Red Pastor said, "Who will thresh the wheat with discipleship?"

"I've never taught a bible study," said the Duck.

"I'm there on Sunday," said the Cat.

"I'm not a preacher," said the Dog.

"Then I will," said the Little Red Pastor. And he did.

When the wheat was threshed, the Little Red Pastor said, "Who will take this wheat to the mill of fellowship?"

"Can I just watch you do it?" said the Duck.

"In September," said the Cat.

"Can't, hangin' with my friends," said the Dog.

"Then I will," said the Little Red Pastor. And he did.

He took the wheat to the mill and had it ground into flour. Then he said, "Who will make this flour into bread in prayer?"

"I tried it once, it didn't go too well," said the Duck.

"I'm organizing a meeting about that," said the Cat.

"I'm busy with the choir," said the Dog.

"Then I will," said the Little Red Pastor. And he did.

He made and baked the bread. Then he said, "Who will eat the blessings of this bread with me on Sunday?"

"Oh! I will," said the Duck.

"And I will," said the Cat.

"And I will," said the Dog.

"No, No!" said the Little Red Pastor. "I will do that." And he did

Mat 9:37 Then saith he unto his disciples, The harvest truly is plenteous, but the laborers are few;
Mat 9:38 Pray ye therefore the Lord of the harvest, that he will send forth laborers into his harvest.
Not few people...
Not few Christians...
Few laborers...
What are you?