November was all squad month. All of the teams came together in Chinandega to serve with a ministry called Vision Nicaragua.
We ate every meal together as a big family.
The ministry had full time staff that cooked all our delicious meals for us. These women loved us so well despite the language barrier (paquito espanol). We ate breakfast at 8 am and then headed out for ministry in cattle trucks…
Everyday we would go to different villages around Chinendega and evangelize door to door.
At first, I was terrified when I heard this is what we were doing every single day. Immediately, I thought there is no way I can just walk up to a strangers house and tell them about Jesus Christ. I don’t want it to be uncomfortable, awkward, offensive, what do I even say! There is no way that I am going to have the right words in the moment. I filled myself with anxiety over my own insecurities. The doubt was leading me to take control of the situation and make myself responsible for the outcome. Yeah, I was right. I can’t make someone believe Jesus but that is the best part, it is not my job. The first house was intimidating and I was hesitant to speak up. I let the whole day slip by without saying a word. I decided door to door just was not for me. I started thinking the next day about the villagers we crossed paths with–kids playing outside in the streets, the men working extremely long hours in the sugarcane fields just to make enough for beans and rice, the women stoking the fire for food and dishes, the hot sun beating down and air conditioning is only a dream. What do they have to live for? They don’t have technology, fancy restaurants, corporate jobs, a nice house or anything to fill the void. They have all day to sit and ponder the meaning of life. What would I have to live for if I put myself in their shoes? I started thinking and the only thing in this world that gives me meaning and purpose is Jesus Christ. He is the only thing that gives me true fulfillment and peace. If Jesus is my basis for living, then why the heck was I holding back talking to people about it. It was selfish to withhold the news about a Savior that will change their life just because I was afraid of an uncomfortable situation. People need to hear the good news that the God of this entire universe sent his son, Jesus Christ, to die for their sins so we do not have to carry them anymore. He makes us free. All of the baggage that we carry around from this life, he died for. I soon realized that I have the opportunity to extend the greatest privilege offered to a human being. A relationship with their Creator. This month was a month of growth. I grew to love door to door ministry and getting to have conversations with people about who Jesus truly is. This month solidified my love for Him. It made me realize what really matters in this life. And that is to spread the good news of Jesus Christ and be a moment of hope to the lost.
Misc pictures of the month:
Next month: Honduras
