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I am a chatter and have always been, I like to talk to people and know about their lives and their children and their work and well anything they will tell me, I like to feel for the pulse of a conversation and work with it, and if it leads to the gospel all the better, but if it doesn’t that person knows that once upon a time they met someone who cared about their life. I cringed at the idea of doing door to door evangelism. I think of the word evangelism almost as a dirty word. It makes me think of forced awkward and conversation that is a means to an ends and anything but sincere We were each given an evangicube and sent out in groups of 3 with an interpreter to save some souls. Pastor Gideon said “don’t worry because its not about you its about the Spirit”, but I had some to learn. Initially I ended up paired with Beckman which excited me because I saw an opportunity to be organic in speaking with people and then set him up to deliver the message. I thought it would be a good opportunity to see how he works but then the groups were changed from 2’s to 3’s. Beckman and I were divided into two other existing groups. So now I was working with Jer and Andrea which made me nervous in all honesty. I feel like out of the people I have been teamed up with I am probably the least versed in scripture and while I don’t have a problem winging it I always get nervous when everyone around me knows more.
I think we talk a lot about listening to the spirit, about being guided by it, but I think we are seldom in a situation where there is enough stillness to hear it when it whispers. As we left the main road we turned and twisted down unfamiliar dirt roads into the Africa we carry in our souls. Tall wild grass, dotted with thatch roof huts made of mud. Women bent over working in their fields. We came to a woman working in a field and spoke to her about God, she said she was a believer and we prayed for her. There was another woman whose face I am sure will haunt me because I was not able to share with her and I feel that I needed to. Then we came to a house where a small boy peeked out the door , I sat on the ledge that surrounded the house and waited for his mother. She came out and once she understood what we were doing stated she was a believer. Something (the Spirit) told me to ask her how she would explain the gospel to someone else. She spoke of going to church and being saved but gave no detail on what it meant. So I asked again, she covered her mouth like she was embarrassed and said she was a new believer and did not know. This gave us the opportunity to explain to her how God loves us and longs for a relationship, that He loves us like she loves her small boys only so much more. She seemed to understand and said she wanted to have a relationship with Jesus so we prayed that for her and her children. As we walked I noticed that the Spirit was thick, and almost audible. Jeremiah said that its probably the lack of clutter. It would make sense that it would be, but whatever it is the feeling is overwhelming, and filling, falling into the rhythm.
