I sat on a chair in our dimly lit apartment and stared back at my roommates with my Bible open. Only a few months ago they came to completely surrender their whole lives to live according to the Word. We met once a week for a while but then a month ago God lead me to move in with them. I begun to work with them in teaching them what I knew of the history and scripture on a daily bases. They are unlike anyone I have ever met. At times they would read full books of the Bible, in a night, with a thirst to know more. Then in the morning we talk about it.
I took a deep breath in as I rearranged myself on the stool. This night was different… This time three pairs of eyes were staring back at me. A few days prior we had several people over and openly discussed the gospel only after they began to ask questions. We told them they could join our studies at any time. One seemed interested and came back to join our discussion on the night I am speaking about.
I shared my testimony and then my roommates did as well. We shared about our need for a savior, how he saved us, our recent abandonments of the things that were idols and lifestyles, and our desire to continue to be sanctified and share the Gospel. We began to encourage the guy, who expressed that he was facing the same desires to be bold. His desires to learn seemed to grow as we talked amongst each other. He shared that he wanted to know more. He wanted God to change him more. I flipped open the Bible to begin answering the questions they asked. Reading multiple chapters as we normally do and discussing each verse as we went. Normally our talks go for only an hour or so but the questions and eagerness to learn began to grow. Three hours later I was still sitting in front of them and reading out loud trying my best to listen to the spirit as we read and discussed topics. We asked our new friend if he wanted to watch The Passion of the Christ and he said yes. Every ten minutes we would pause and discuss the history of each character and story flashback that was portrayed. They didn’t want to miss a beat. Then our friend went home to do homework and sleep before classes the next day.
After hours of teaching, our friend making it home, and my roommates to bed… I sat in my bed tears brimming my eyes, feeling as emotional as I could possibly feel. Realizing God has begun to make in me a teacher of the Word. What wonders God can do in a person in just a few short months. Me and my roommates are proof of his ability to transform lives… We often remind each other several times a day not to be ashamed of the Gospel of Christ. Now my roommates are seeing fruit to their labor. Which makes me so happy to see as I begin to reach the end of my time left in America. They will change this town through the power God gives them…
