“Are you offended to talk with prostitutes,” the local pastor
we were doing door- to- door evangelism with asked us.
It took me
a moment to realize he was asking a serious question. The three of us responded
simultaneously, a chorus of ‘no’ and ‘of course not’s.
“Here is a bar.”
I shook myself out of my head, smiled at Sam and the two others with me, “Okay.”
We walked in. At the other houses, the team leader had been solely sharing. As we left the politician’s house, she encouraged the two of us with her to think about sharing at the next home. Now, here we were at the bar.
Laura and I look at each other, expectation in both of our eyes. She looks at Pastor Sam and begins to tell the story of the Israelites in exile. She continues on and tells about Jesus and His sacrifice and wraps back around to how He cares so much about His people no matter where they are at and how Jesus desires to be a friend and help to all.
As she was speaking, I notice one man looking like he was about to jump out of his seat. As Laura continued to talk, the man next to the first one began to fidget. It was not an agitated fidgeting, but rather he wanted to know about this Jesus right then and there.
While Laura spoke, I felt the words on my heart begin to stir. I had to share! I remember thinking one thing and then as the words came out of my mouth, they were not what I had thought. Later, I was to find out that some of the team was outside praying my words would not be my own- and how truly they were not.
After I finished, we asked if anyone wanted to be friends with God. Friends that knew they could not stay in the bar day after day, but friends who would change and serve the one true Lord. Four of the six in the room said they wanted to! Pastor Sam started to speak to them in Lugandan (the local language) and made sure this was something they truly wanted to do, they prayed, confessed the sins they could remember and then we all rejoiced.
As we walked home, I could not help but look at my feet. I had heard rumor that the dirt here stained one’s feet red and I could already see it is true. Then I felt the Spirit of God whisper to my soul, “How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news.”
“Here is a bar.”
I shook myself out of my head, smiled at Sam and the two others with me, “Okay.”
We walked in. At the other houses, the team leader had been solely sharing. As we left the politician’s house, she encouraged the two of us with her to think about sharing at the next home. Now, here we were at the bar.
Laura and I look at each other, expectation in both of our eyes. She looks at Pastor Sam and begins to tell the story of the Israelites in exile. She continues on and tells about Jesus and His sacrifice and wraps back around to how He cares so much about His people no matter where they are at and how Jesus desires to be a friend and help to all.
As she was speaking, I notice one man looking like he was about to jump out of his seat. As Laura continued to talk, the man next to the first one began to fidget. It was not an agitated fidgeting, but rather he wanted to know about this Jesus right then and there.
While Laura spoke, I felt the words on my heart begin to stir. I had to share! I remember thinking one thing and then as the words came out of my mouth, they were not what I had thought. Later, I was to find out that some of the team was outside praying my words would not be my own- and how truly they were not.
After I finished, we asked if anyone wanted to be friends with God. Friends that knew they could not stay in the bar day after day, but friends who would change and serve the one true Lord. Four of the six in the room said they wanted to! Pastor Sam started to speak to them in Lugandan (the local language) and made sure this was something they truly wanted to do, they prayed, confessed the sins they could remember and then we all rejoiced.
As we walked home, I could not help but look at my feet. I had heard rumor that the dirt here stained one’s feet red and I could already see it is true. Then I felt the Spirit of God whisper to my soul, “How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news.”
P.S. the man in blue is pastor Sam. He so enjoyed working with us that he asked if we could go out with him again- what an honor!
My feet are still dirty.
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