A hostile that is equipped with bucket showers and a place to sleep on lament floors. Happiness is being found here. I am blessed to be able to serve in Gua Musang, Malaysia. One of fourteen states- this one with the strongest Islamic ruling.
Temples, Mosques, and churches are mixed in this melting pot of Asia. It is weird being confined to a place where I can not talk of my God with my own lips to any Malays or Muslims. I am only able to share the love of Christ with my smile and personal prayers for the many faces I encounter. Yet I am still blessed with finding believers who live like this everyday.
Today sitting at lunch a man came up to a few of us Americans. He pulled out paper and tobacco and began to roll cigarettes. He had a pad of paper and wanted to draw us until the restaurant owner shoed him away. This man clearly wanted a relationship with us. It would have been far to easy in a normal place to share with him how to have a relationship with the King. Here however it is near impossible. If he is Muslim and I even shook his hand I could have been fined or arrested.
I have taken the privilege of gospel sharing to easily. Now I am in a place where I might as well have no tongue.
Hosea 14:8 “I am like an evergreen cypress; from me comes your fruit”.
Oh resting in His roots.
The holy spirit is the true minister and I feel He is trying to show me that in a whole new way right now.
It is a blessing that He commissioned me to do ministry for Him, but I am not an essential. He can work without me.
I have always disagreed with that famous Francis of Assassi quote “preach the gospel at all times, if necessary use words”
RestedNRoots with two local Kingdom Buiders
Now I am in a place where I have a new respect for people like my contact who are loving the lost in places where it literally is not allowed to use words.
So yes, this blog is more or less a plea for prayer for some of the random encounters I had with people where the chance to share with them was not available.
Pray for the men who followed my team as we went exploring through the caves of this place.
Pray for the Chinese lady who woke me up on the train ride to this town. If it was not for her I would probably still be on the train.
Pray for the ladies who manage the 7 eleven beneath this hostile. Pray for the people I am meeting who literally are the underground church.
Some of these faces are reached, some probably are not. But all of them deserve to be prayed for- because yes God has put them on this Earth for one reason.
All for the glory of him.
I am becoming so fascinated on a daily basis by the Israelites and how they clung to preserving the word of God in the midst of there Babylonian exile.
I have a new respect for the Muslims who have laws against the gospel being presented to themselves because they want to preserve what they follow.
The gospel is a powerful thing.
I challenge you and myself to share the gospel with more then just words with our daily encounters.
All for the glory of him.
