Our mornings and afternoons consist of going house to houseto tell the local people about Jesus. I walk through the rice fields sometimes
far to many houses. I often come home tired and dusty feeling like I walked through
the Sahara desert.
offered seats on wooden platforms. Coconuts and Mangos are the delicacies
offered to visitors. They are so hospitable to us. Sometimes our white skins
and long noses are the things they marvel at. Casual conversation starts about
each others lives.
Which then leads into us telling them about Jesus and what he means to us. They
don’t turn us away or think we are terrible people for sharing this. Usually we
get questions and the people seem very open. But I often leave many of the
houses feeling defeated. When I can’t speak the language it is hard to know if
what we said made any difference.
country follow Budda because it is what everyone does. They are stuck in this
religion that leads only to death and not life. When we share about Jesus they
are open and eager but we always get the common question: Can I still follow
Budda and Jesus? Our answer usually consists of the fact that Jesus is the only
way, truth and life. I sometimes feel like the feeling in the air shifts. They
realize that they have to leave things behind and in a way betray their
country.

turn from their lives to follow him. Maybe I expected to make many converts in
the village or started a church. But what I do know is that we planted many
seeds among the people. Many of the youth choose to follow Christ also. I am
praying and hoping that they may be the catalyst in this community. That they
will fall so deeply in love with Christ and then share with everyone they know.
