She started worship in the park. We just happened to pass and join in. We could have easily gone back to the hostel for team time, but You had greater plans: for us and the boys in the park.
Worship can be done anywhere. Megan decided that night she wanted worship to be done in the park. It was beautiful. One of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. I think parts of heaven will look like that, a body of believers worshiping in the most uncomfortable places.
Alyssa reached for my hand and told me to come talk to some guys with her. I hesitantly said yes. We prayed for the words to speak, since neither of us speak a lick of Spanish. You answered those prayers by having one of the boys speak fluent English. You never seize to amaze me.
We began talking to them, asking if they knew Jesus… asking the questions I told myself I would never ask others in my life.
They gave us some of their background. Their fathers were not present to teach them right from wrong so they turned to drugs and alcohol to give them pleasure and a sense of satisfaction. Their past landed them on the benches right in front of us, about to smoke pot.
I got to share some of my story with them. Something I never thought I would do in my life. I got to share with them that I found greater satisfaction in the Lord than alcohol and feelings of abandonment. Because if I hadn’t, I am not sure I would be here to write this.
We asked them if we could pray for them. They said no. Then, they changed their minds. “Yes. You can pray.” Alyssa prayed for them. Beautiful words only Jesus could orchestrate. “No. Pray for us by name.” They told us their names and we prayed. We prayed hard. We prayed that they would find their worth in Jesus, not drugs, alcohol, or father’s abandonment.
Then we left. But we left knowing that Jesus had the deck of cards and He played that hand perfect.
He played that hand perfect just like He made those boys perfect because He is perfect.
