One day in the life, that's all we're guaranteed. When we wake up in the morning, that day is our gift from God to use for His glory. How many days have been ordinary? How many days have I wasted? But today was not one of those days. Today was far from ordinary.
Another ministry day, we did door-to-door visits. But as we have been doing this for a while now, it had begun to feel repetitive and tiring. To make matters worse, I didn't sleep well last night. Being obedient to the Lord's wishes, I continued uncomplaining and was greatly rewarded.
The third home we visited, a woman named Paraku had never even heard the story of Jesus. I volunteered out of my group of seven to explain the truth. The Holy Spirit moved in me, gave me confidence, and the right words. Starting with creation and the fall of man, I told Paraku of Jesus, His life, death, resurrection, and our hope of salvation. I've never before told Jesus' story to a non-believer, let alone someone who had never even heard His name. To my great joy, Paraku accepted Jesus Christ as her Lord and Savior! It felt amazing to have God choose me to be the one to speak! God already prepared her heart to hear the truth; I was just God's messenger. We saw a smile appear on her face that stayed there for the remainder of our visit.
Two homes later, I repeated the same process with a woman named Naiportali. Again, the words I spoke did not come from me, but from God. In tears, Naiportali also accepted Christ. I didn't for a minute doubt her sincerity because the Holy Spirit was as present in that tiny room as any of my teammates and I were. We could just feel it.
That afternoon, we visited a school about an hour's walk from our camp. It was our first school visit, and we were all very excited. Pastor Jehosefat asked me to tell Jesus' story before a crowd of 300+ children because a lot of them haven't heard of Jesus before. The salvation of one soul is big, but the salvation of hundreds of children?!? Now terribly nervous, I stood before the eager children and began to speak.
As soon as I started to talk, and Pastor Amos translated, the words just came. I had already done it twice that day, so I was gaining confidence in myself and God. After finishing the story, Pastor Amos asked all the children who accept Jesus to raise their hands. Out of the 300+ there, probably 250 accepted. I realize that they're just children, so some of them must have just copied their friends. Yet, their excited faces and attentive listening told me otherwise. I truly believe the children hear God in ways adults cannot, so I just gave them a name for the voice.
It was an amazing day! I know that I was not the one to bring these two women and hundreds of children to Christ. After all, no one comes to the father, except through Jesus. But I was God's hand-chosen servant, and it was an honor to be the one to tell them about Jesus. As we say at the Tangi Tatu tribe, "Meisisi Yesu!" Praise Jesus!
