We live in a constant sweat, a constant cloud of smog. The air smells of fish, trash and exhaust. There are naked men walking the streets, beggars, insane traffic and the list goes on. It’s hectic and I feel an intense darkness here. BUT GOD, He always shows up. Last week I was sitting in my cab, a bit overwhelmed by my surroundings and God showed up in a major way.
A few days ago Mr. Tea gave me the sweetest joy.
It had been a tough morning for me. I was hot, tired and had a headache. We were not allowed into the ports to evangelize that day. The intense smog of this city was getting to me. I was also getting a bad case of
“food mood”.
All of a sudden I see a man in the street wearing a shirt with a teapot on it. This teapot had a beard, Mohawk and a gold chain that read “Mr. Tea”……..
HAHAHA!!!! I seriously thought it was the funniest thing ever. I was immediately filled with joy and had forgotten all the bad stuff I was focused on. I knew it a moment from God. I love when God gives me a little tiny thing to laugh at. He allows me to see something so small yet it brings enormous joy in a moment where it’s most needed.
Time to get real. We NEED prayers!
Its tough out here. Traveling the world, seeking out the darkest places, bringing Jesus to those who have no access to the Gospel. As we walk the streets I can’t help but put myself in their shoes.
They’ve been taught Islam their entire lives. All of a sudden the “white man” comes in and to say they are wrong. We come in clean, with our nice clothes, knowing that soon we will be back in our comfortable homes. We tell them about Jesus and expect them to take it like candy.
Some do. Some accept Jesus right away, and that’s rare. It’s an incredible miracle.
Others say no or that they will think about it.
I don’t blame them. There is a lot at risk here.
Accepting Jesus was easy for me, for the most part. I accepted Jesus and was welcomed by everyone! They accept Jesus and are run out by their families, even threatened. They have almost no support and it’s nearly impossible for some of them to get a bible.
Now put yourself in their shoes….
You’ve been presented the Gospel. You have a choice now….
Accept and be shunned by your family and friends with no support and no bible in your language.
Or….
don’t accept and keep everything you’ve worked so hard for but lose the most precious gift of all, a relationship with God.
That’s a hard choice. The look of fear on these men’s faces breaks my heart.
We need your prayers over here.
Pray for my team and I as we present the Gospel to the Muslim population.
Pray for the men who refuse to accept Christ, that one day they will. That they will see Him in their dreams or in healing.
Pray for the men that do accept and are now fearing for their lives. Pray that they will be blessed for their bold faith. That the fear will be replaced with peace. And that they will find a supportive community.
Thank you all for supporting me in everything. I miss you all! Keep the prayers coming.
