I’ve been in Ethiopia for a month now. This has been a month of challenges, prayers, answered prayers, receiving letters from Jesus and lots and lots of kids. I’m talking around 400 kids.
The first week at our new ministry (Testimony 25:40) was spent in prayer. Prayer for the country, a new prime minister, a visa to Italy for our host Gadisa, funding for the ministry, but most of all prayers that we could get to work in the refugee camp.
And a lot if not all of those prayers were answered. Ethiopia officially has its first Christian prime minister. Gadisa is in the process of getting his visa. There is a women running the Chicago marathon and fundraising for Testimony! And we have the opportunity to work in the refugee camp.
These refugees are from the Somalian border, and they are Muslim. We aren’t allowed to mention Jesus around them, we can’t pray for healing, and we can’t answer questions about religion. It’s been very hard to do and we come exhausted every day.
We hang out with the the kids everyday. We take them to the field and just sit, play games and sing songs. Recently we started teaching them English.
I have felt Jesus moving in this camp. Despite the fact that they don’t know who Jesus is, I feel his love through these kids. I’ve been getting to show these kids and their families who Jesus is by loving them.
I’ve created this special connection with this little girl named Makiferak and she’s 3 or 4 years old. She finds me almost every single day and will hold onto my fingers with her tiny hand with a death grip. She sits in my lap in the field and with play with my watch and bracelets, she traces the tattoo on my wrist, she likes to take my glasses off and put them on herself, and then put them on me upside down.
This little girl has become like a daughter to me. I love her with all my heart and it is going to break my heart to leave her. But I have a peace in my heart as well. I know that she has seen Jesus through me these past month and will in these next two.
So despite the fact that I can’t say Jesus’s name in this camp, I can see him moving throughout the homes of these families. My teammate got a vision of us walking into this camp and instead of the families seeing us as Faringees, World Racers, and Americans, they see Jesus. And I believe that 100%
