So, my team and I were doing jungle ministry from the 28th to the 31st, and I learned a lot this weekend about the Lord, my team, different ministry, but mainly that the word reaches to the end. The first night we did a small church service and I listened to Amber’s testimony and JD talk about the Word of God and how important it is. I was hot, sitting on the floor, no shoes, being absolutely attacked by flies, and after butchering the Bahasal song, that I had learned earlier that day, I realized that I was completely content. Sitting among people that did not understand me, I listened to the word. The word from the very mouth of God, translated into countless languages and brought to the very ends of the earth, it was spoken aloud in English and translated into some form of Malay and heard with eager ears. I feel like I’m seeing with new eyes. The Lord is here.
I prayed with a woman who did not have a clue what I was saying, all the while thanking the Lord for the universal language of His Spirit. The weekend went this way, and I found myself so many times sitting back surrounded by tribal women, listening to their babies whine, eating spicy curry, and thinking of how fortunate I am to be able to just sit here and experience God this way. He is so good, and I am not, but He lets me see Him anyway…
