Yep. I’m BA. Born again, that is.
In Kenya, I quickly learned that this is the easiest way to introduce myself. I’m Samantha and I’m born again. If I don’t introduce myself that way, it will have come up in conversation anyway. [No, I do not walk around introducing myself that way…buuuuut I might try it back in America. What do you think?]
During ministry this month, I have learned a LOT. Laura and I go door-to-door for several hours every day. As we enter each home, our mission is to share God’s love – whatever it takes.
How do I do that? Well, I have learned that sharing the story of how His love has radically transformed my life is the easiest/best way.
Laura & I take turns. In the first house, I share my story. The next house, she shares hers. It’s a nice system we have. 🙂
After sharing my story… or at least a part of it … we ask if the listeners are born again. Some of them say yes or no … and others are uncertain as to what that means. This is where it gets fun.
We get to explain that being “born again” happens at a certain point in one’s life when one decides to accept Jesus as his/her personal Lord & Savior. It’s really just a beginning of a relationship. Being born again does not mean that life will be perfect or easy, but we can rest assured that God is good and He is faithful. We now have a great hope in what the Lord can and will do in our lives.
Day after day, home after home, the people of Isibania have welcomed us in with open arms [and sometimes hot tea or Coke] 🙂 They allow us to share our stories. They encourage us as we encourage them. We have been witnesses to several salvations in just a few short weeks.
How cool is this? God can use a girl from Milford, IL to do Kingdom work in Kenya. In each home, we tell the families that we are so honored and blessed to sit in their presence. I did nothing to deserve this. I am floored that God has chosen to use me and my story to impact lives. Again, it’s nothing that I can say or do, but what God is doing through me.
My prayer each morning and throughout each day is that nobody would remember me. Nobody will remember my name [Africans have trouble pronouncing it anyway… they usually just smile and say “okay” when I introduce myself]. My prayer is that people will only see God when they look at me. I pray that they will only hear God when they listen to me.
I’m not sure if this blog really has a point except to give you a glimpse into our ministry this month. I am really humbled each day when I get the opportunity to sit with a few Kenyans and share how God has changed my life. Yep. I love it.
P&B,
Samantha
