Hello everyone, thank you all for your prayers this week and for all the support you have giving me and continue to give me. This week was phenomenal, probably the best yet, and let me tell you one of the reasons why!
On Saturday our team did street evangelism, and it was amazing. It’s so fun handing out tracks, saying Dios te ama and Dios te bendiga (God loves you and God bless you) and praying for people. We also made balloon animals and handed them out to kids and wrote God loves you on them, and played frisbee with this one drunk/high guy that was hanging around us all day. He fell on the ground at one point, and we all just circled around him and prayed for him. I felt like God wanted me to give a bible to someone, so I got a Spanish bible from the people we were doing ministry with and highlighted some verses and wrote God loves you and God bless you in it in Spanish. So I went on a walk with some of the guys and tried to find someone to give the bible to, and we stopped and talked to a couple people (tried our best to talk), but both people we talked to said they already had a bible at home. I was a little discouraged because we walked all the way back to the group and I didn’t find anyone to give the bible to. Just when I was thinking that, I looked over to see the drunk/high man lying on the sidewalk, where he has been for the past two hours. Right when I saw him I felt the Holy Spirit so strongly telling me to give him the bible. Then I was thinking, like duh, that’s why I didn’t find anyone to give it to, because the person that God wanted me to give it to was with us the whole day, I didn’t need to go and find somebody. I asked our translator how to write you are forgiven in it, so she wrote estás perdonado. I walked over to him, looking at the drool coming out of his mouth, his big toe sticking out of his shoe, and every step I took closer to him his aroma of weed and alchohol intensified. But what I also saw was a man that God loves, a man that was fearfully and wonderfully made, and a man that was so lost. I stood over him with this bible, he turned his head and we looked right into each others eyes, I handed him the bible and tears started coming out of his eyes. He took the bible and put it next to his heart with one hand, and with his other grabbed my hand and just held it. I prayed for him and told him I loved him, but more importantly that God loves him. I stood back up and started to walk away, but looked back and saw both hands just clenched to the bible holding it right up to his heart, an image I knew I never wanted to forget. It was such a special moment. Then my friend Trevor calls me over and shows me his phone. He got a picture of me handing him the bible. I started crying a little bit because I was so joyful that he captured this special moment for me. I’ll never forget it.
I don’t know if he’ll ever read it, there’s a chance he might have even lost it on his way home knowing how wasted he was. I don’t know if he’ll ever leave his old life behind, and I don’t know if he’ll ever come to know the Lord. However, this is what I do know. The Lord planted a seed, I can pray for him as much as I want, the Lord is faithful to answer prayers, and if the Lord wants him God will open his eyes and soften his heart and reveal Himself to him, and I know I trust the Lord.
