evangelizing. I was teamed up with the local Pastor Paul, and one of the kids
we’re living with, Sandra. I got to share the Gospel with three people. The
first man seemed a bit confused more than anything, even when he said he wanted
to receive Jesus into his heart. Even when we did eventually prayed the
“sinner’s prayer,” I couldn’t really count that one as someone I led to Christ.
The 2nd man was an old grandpa, who is already a Christian.
clothing, sleeping on their typical gazebos made from tree limbs and straw. His
pants were so ripped, you could see from the thighs down to his ankles on both
legs. There was more leg than pants, if that paints a better picture. Anywho, his niece came out to translate from English to
their local dialect for me. I asked for his name, which was hard for me to
pronounce, then she told me his friends call him, Jesus. Oh, the irony!
I
shared a bit of my testimony, and shared how much God loves him. Jesus told me
that he wanted to go to heaven, and not to the fires below. I told him that if
you believe Jesus is the son of God, and that he died for our sins, but 3 days
later rose from the dead, he won’t have to. With Jesus, we have eternal life.
He said he would like to receive Jesus. Praise God!
After I led him to Christ, I told him that I was very happy.
He told me he was too. Unfortunately, when I asked Pastor Paul for a bible to
give him, he told me that Jesus couldn’t read anyways. I asked if I could take
a picture with everyone, and Jesus ran inside the house to put on a better pair
of pants. I was told that after the picture, he would change back into his
ripped pants. I guess it helps with staying cool. 😀
Jesus was the first person I led to Christ. It only took me
12 years and 3 continents since first accepting Christ in ’98. I pray that this
isn’t the last.
