The other night a group of us packed into a small truck bound for a cell group the pastor had set up for us.
As we stood shoulder to shoulder driving through some of the biggest pot holes known to man, I was in such awe of where God was taking us in this journey.
When we arrived we met the locals and the owners of the house and invited the neighborhood to come and check it out.
I remember feeling so inadequate as Chad, our leader, pointed at the Spanish speakers and sent us out.
Soon after we gathered and listened to Chad give the word.
As some approached to accept Christ I was just struck with the magnitude of how his words are enough.
The Holy spirit was moving and had prepared the hearts of these people before we had set ground there.
As the group gathered around to pray for believers new and old, I looked over and saw a man sitting down staring at us in the distance.
He appeared to be the owner of the other house and was just sitting soaking up what the Lord had poured out in and through Chad.
The Lord at once spoke to my spirit and urged me to call to him.
“Chris!”
“Yes Lord.”
“Go and call to that man.”
Wrestling with this for a moment or so, the holy spirit gave me strength to approach him.
Looking through a rusty chain link fence, the man locked eyes with me and my stomach sank.
For the first time he was gazing upon the light of Christ.
It made me exited so see the lords language of love and how he peruses us.
I don’t want anyone to wait at the gate and not take the Lords gift.
I don’t want anyone to say know one ever shared with them or cared to get to know them.
As I called to him I could see in his eyes he was confused and reluctant.
I felt so overwhelmed with the Lords love for him.
I could see the Lord had opened his spiritual eyes and had given me the eyes of Christ to look upon him with the love and compassion of the father.
It was overwhelming to me how much Lord looked upon him as a Father looks at his son and glories in his life.
I’ve felt this before but never so strongly.
Jeff saw I had been talking to the man and came over to offer his Spanish skills as did the pastor’s wife.
As we spoke to him tears of burden and pain fall from his face releasing his chains and setting him free.
After accepting Christ as his personal savior, Jeff and I shared a bologna sandwich and a rice drink with him called horchata, the owners had made for us.
As the joy of the Lord was upon us we ate and drank in communion with each other.
It was probably the most real experience of communion with other believers I had ever had.
Gloria Dios.
