One of the expectations I had of the World race was that I wouldn’t be part of an organization that was high strong, shove religion down your throat kind of people. I don’t know why that translated into my head that I wouldn’t have to do evangelism. How sadly I was mistaken because that’s all Africa does.
Last month wasn’t too bad. Spoke at some schools asked people to receive Jesus. For the most part it was pretty distant, sure we spoke to them after, but we probably wouldn’t see them again. Now I hope you don’t misunderstand, God was completely in the midst of that. He showed up every time to speak through us. Amazing. He built up my confidence in him. So I think he has me at a new step…
For one week we went hut-to-hut and did a crusade Monday-Friday at different villages. The crusade was in Budaka (the town we live in) for two days and the rest in villages. The first two days, I was partnered with Tyler. We went to shops the first day and spoke to many people. We just shared what was on our hearts. For me it’s easier to share the gospel by giving my testimony and tying it to the sacrifice Jesus made on the cross. It was just phenomenal. We even had the opportunity to share with some Muslim groups.
The second day we went to homes. We didn’t speak to nearly as many people, but we definitely had the opportunity to answer questions. Praise Jesus! This was a huge deal because culturally it’s not common to EVER ask questions. It was inspiring to be able to talk about what the Bible says of different things, and basically explain that God cares more about your heart. If you are sincere in your love and desire for him.
The rest of the week I had the privilege of working with Kris. We went to huts and it was pretty good. But there are several instances that just resonated with me. The first person we spoke with was a lady laying and crying in front of the clinic. She was hurting. She needed Amoxicillin, a very common drug in the US, and she couldn’t afford it much less take a bus into the city to buy it. It chipped at my heart. For the first time on the trip I really considered paying for her to get a ride home or into the city and giving her money to buy medication. We prayed over her and she accepted Jesus in her heart. We invited her to the crusade but I didn’t see her there. When we walked back, she wasn’t on the grass. I really wish I knew what happened to her.
