Last month, we were living in Nepal, at a YWAM base about 30 minutes outside of Thamel, Kathmandu. At the beginning of the month, we learned that we would be living and doing ministry with Team Entrusted. I was so excited to be able to spend the month with them.
When you walked out of the front door of our house, there was a road that you could catch a micro into town. A micro is a 15 passenger van that the locals are able to cram about 30 people into that is used as a taxi/bus service. Costs about 15 cents to get into town.
But if you walked around the house to the backyard, there was the most beautiful view of fields and mountains. This was how we walked to ministry almost everyday. We would uses the winding paths to walk to different mountains to share the gospel.
At the beginning of the month, I really didn’t like our ministry. We were doing a lot of walking, and since we only had one translator, we weren’t able to speak to that many people. I didn’t really know why I was needed. There were 13 of us, more than enough people. Surely not everyone needed to be going out every time we left the house.
I was nervous, I had never actually shared the gospel with anyone before this month. When I realized that fact, I thought that it was really sad. How had I lived for 23 years and never told anyone the greatest story ever told? All of the people that I interacted with in America already knew the gospel. But were they really passionate about it? I know I wasn’t. I knew the entire story of Jesus, but I didn’t have the slightest idea how to convey that message to someone who had never heard it before. Let alone sharing it with a passion that makes them want to know Jesus too. I didn’t even know how to start.
I’m not going to lie, the first time I shared the gospel, I felt so awkward. But that night, I decided to go home and read the book of John. I decided to really pay attention, and it lit a fire inside of me. It gave me a passion. My reverence for Jesus at all that He has done for me was renewed. I sat in awe at my savior. I was excited for the next opportunity that I was given to share the gospel.
The next day, my team was able to all work together sharing the gospel to a group of 4 men. I could hear it in my voice when I spoke. I wasn’t just spitting out facts, I was telling them a story of a savior that I am in love with. A God that loves me more than I could ever love Him in return, and I was giving them proof of His love.
At the end of the month, I looked back with excitement. God used Nepal to reignite a fire within my soul for why I am on the WorldRace.
If you know the gospel, but you don’t know the passion that I am talking about, then I encourage you to go read. Read the book of Matthew, Mark, Luke or John, maybe all four. And really pay attention. Focus on who Jesus is, how He acted when He came to Earth, how He was treated, and His final sacrifice. See what God stirs up. If you really pay attention, I doubt you will walk away the same.
John 14:6-7 – Jesus said to him, "I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me. If you had known me, you would have known my Father also. From now on you do know him and have seen him."
A day in Nepal looked like this:
6 am: Wake-Up
6:15 am: Walk 30-45 minutes to Fellowship (basically a house visit to a newly planted church)
7:00 am: Worship, share testimonies and a message
7:45 am: Walk back to the house to have breakfast
9 am – 1 pm: Leave the house for ministry. We would walk to surrounding villages and share the gospel with anyone willing to listen. As we walked, we would pray, sing worship and hand out gospel tracks and New Testament bibles in Nepali.
2 pm: Arrive back at the house for lunch.
2:30 pm – 4:30 pm: Free time – This time usually consisted of quiet time, naps, reading, laundry, etc.
4:30 pm: Leave the house for another Fellowship (usually at the church)
7:00 pm: Arrive back at the house for dinner.
8:00 pm: Team Time and Feedback
10:00 pm: Get ready for bed
