The good news is this, and in this I will hope and find peace: While we may not be able to reach them, I know God can! Whether in the trenches of His dorm, or strapped into a chair in the library, or lost in a stack of books Storm may be out of our reach, but he is most certainly not out of reach of God. Our prayers release God to go where we cannot and work in ways that we cannot. God is big. God is sovereign.
Work here is like being a cook. The fantastic thing about this type of cooking is that the food is always good! (I live in the perfect city for a food analogy, ’cause the C-town has some of the best in the world!) Our food is the Bread of Life—Jesus—and it’s seasoned with the word of God. Whether they know it or not, everyone is hungry for it and everybody needs it! It’s free, it’s in abundance, gives life and liberty, and is the only source of true satisfaction! I’m in the right business!
With the flash of the camera, and afterwards confirmed at the dinner afterwards, we became honorary members of the Volleyball Club at our university! I’ll claim that we’re the first foreigners to have this title until someone proves otherwise. Oh, and we did end up making it to the milk-tea shop, only then we went with a crowd of about twenty new friends!
After praying, Peter straightened up and lifted his head revealing a pair of watery eyes. I know God touched Peter’s heart that night. No matter where he was prior, I feel like Peter is turning in a fresh way towards God and his heart is hungering for a deeper relationship with Jesus.
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On the bus ride back to our apartment, I thought about the day. What a clear picture of why we’ve been sent here! We are lights in a dark place. The reality of that was played out on the basketball court that afternoon. While the game was fun, I definitely left campus that day with a greater burden for the people, and an energized sense of God’s heart for the people of this nation.
“Do you believe. . . in Jesus?” he asked quietly. I replied, of
course, that I do. “Do you?” I asked. “Yes, I do!” he exclaimed.
The second week we had a handful come,
and one got saved! That was Amy. The third week we baptized Amy and our friend Peter and had a couple more show up than the week
before.
So for the past two Sundays we’ve been gathering together to share testimonies, worship, and pray together. During our last meeting, Autumn and Skittles along with …
Huddled around the table, Rocky, Hans, and I taught Li Yang about baptism. As we sipped our tea in the drab unheated room, the words of renewal, redemption, life and salvation seemed all the brighter.
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Nonetheless, as you wipe some sleep from your puffy morning eyes and shuffle your slippered feet across the kitchen to the microwave, don’t forget to thank the kind folks at Quaker Oats for making your morning just a little easier.
