Then, why am I so nervous about it? Am I going to have to do the talking? Will I really just walk into someone’s house and share the best news they’ve ever heard in their life?
This week our ministry task is going door to door in the city speaking to people and sharing the gospel. Although it’s foreign to Americans, the concept of door to door ministry is a common evangelism strategy here. So, we headed out in teams of 4–two Mzungu and two locals. I was surprised to be invited into every house we came to. We sat down for a while and discussed faith, religion, and Jesus.
Just the second house we came to was a family where the Mom is Christian and the Dad was raised Muslim, but isn’t practicing. Over the course of our discussion the man, Abdalah, accepted Christ as his savior. We spent a while talking with him, trying to encourage him, and praying for him and then set a time to come back and visit later in the week. It was a privilege to see this process and watch as God called a man into His presence. 
When we returned to the house to visit and take the family their first Bible, we were able to share scriptures with our new brother. He wrote each scripture reference down and slowly looked up each passage with some help. We took him (in the middle) a picture of the day he accepted the Lord and he seemed to look at it with joyful contemplation and a realization that the day was special. By the end of the week, we had visited dozens of houses and had spiritual conversations with many people. The experience is actually a first for me and I’m happy to have the practice at sharing my faith. Now the goal is to continue doing this whether I’m in a foreign country, at home, or where ever!
