The other day we were out going door-to-door and these two young men stopped, put their jugs of water on the ground and waited for us to come to them. We said hello and shook their hands. Our translator asked them if they were saved and as soon as they responded, “we are born again” they started walking away. The young men picked up their jugs and started walking again. I kept looking back at them and asked, “why aren’t we stopping?”
They stopped and turned around to talk. We found out Peter and Chilbert both wanted prayer. Peter told us that he needed school fees in order to continue his education. Chilbert wanted to have his hearing restored. In 1994, during the genocide, he had meningitis which caused the hearing loss, and he had been thrown in a trench to die, but God protected him. Wow. My heart broke for these young men and this country. We just went to the genocide museum and read of the horrors that took place here and these boys were alive then and now. I was just struck by their story.
I like the people we meet door-to-door. I don’t like shoving the gospel down their throats. I like getting to know them,loving them, sharing testimonies of what God has done in my life, who God is, and praying for them. God is with us and he calls us to love his people. Whomever it may be. Let’s not exclude anyone.
