I’ve fallen in love with a nation, i’ve fallen in love with the people of this country and the Muslims of this country. I don’t know quite how it happened, but it started somewhere along the 50 hrs of travel time to get here and finally arriving at our destination. My emotions are a bit all over right now so i apologize in advance if this post has a lot of bunny trails. Every morning a 4 am and throughout the day we hear the singing of God’s lost sons and daughters singing to Allah. The mosque is just yards away from my ministry location and it is overwhelmingly loud. Every time they pray my heart begins to beat just a little faster and my eyes tear up. After being in this country for almost a week I don’t see terrorists or enemies I see lost sons and daughters. I see the root of rejection and abandonment that started with Ishmael and has continued until now. Everything they do is to try and gain favor with their God, but at any moment Allah could turn on them. God is a scary far off deity that they try to please with works and performance. When I hear them sing in the night my heart cries out that they would get just one taste of the fathers love, that the orphan spirit in them would be demolished and filled with a spirit of Sonship.
My team and I get up every morning and pray the same time as the them at 4am. This morning as I prayed I felt the heart of my father so strongly. He said their is hope and started to show me what he is beginning to do throughout this nation and the 10/40 window. I saw seeds that have been planted for hundreds of years start to bare fruit. So I began to pray for that, I cant imagine being a missionary here with only a dozen or less salvation’s after 20 years. I love my contacts they have been here over 20 years and keep going. They have such a love and heart for this nation, they have persevered through so much and it is an honor to know them. God is on the move and he is honoring their sacrifice and others in this country.
This is hard ground and most of my ministry has been spending time and loving on the Muslims. We have 2 here at the house that I have helped cook and prepare food. As I sit with them I pray that they would experience the love of the father weather it be through me or another team mate. Their is a big language barrier, but the love of God breaks every wall and barrier. As I have helped them i’ve found they really like it when i’m around them. The people here are so joyful and nice, they love to joke and have fun.
I’m in love with this nation, I don’t know how God is going to work on my heart for the next 10, but I imagine it will be a lot like this:)
Love you please keep me in your prayers
