Once upon a time, many years ago, some missionaries came to India. And a husband and wife who worshiped snakes decided to worship Jesus instead.
I wonder what those missionaries would think if they knew that couple’s grandson is now the regional director, overseeing many, many local pastors while leading a church of his own. Their encounter with that one couple helped begin something that is still at work today. Without those missionaries, I might not be here, working in these villages with this pastor. What a legacy.
I was thinking about that Thursday, after speaking to a group of missionary pastors. These are men who are going out into communities in their own country, spreading the gospel. It was such an honor to speak to them, knowing that these men will reach many more people in India than I ever could. Afterwards we got to pray for them and bless them. My time in India is up in just over a week, but it was amazing to meet these men who, for all I know, might spend the rest of their lives reaching these villages. And through prayer, I get to share in a tiny piece of that.
What a legacy.
