On the first day in our village, once we started sharing by the rock pile, we never were able to venture any farther down the road - we spent 4 hours in that same spot while God continued to call people from all walks of life to stop and hear the Good News. We shared with a group of school children. They had waited patiently and quietly while we shared with group after group of adults. I wanted to share the Evangecube with them in a different way. I decided to quiz them on it since they had heard the presentation at least 4 times already. They were very quick to respond with all the right answers. I talked to them about being an influence to their families and friends. Talked about choosing to follow Christ when they were still young and never losing that faith but praying for a strong and lasting faith. All 12 of them prayed to receive Christ. I had just about run out of Gospel tracts by this time. I had the kids separate themselves into family groups. Then I gave a tract to the oldest child in each family and again encouraged them to read it out loud to their siblings and families and to not keep the tract but to pass it along to someone else who needed to hear the message of salvation.
After I finished speaking to the kids, I turned around thinking we could maybe wind things up and head down the road again. But there was a religious man standing behind me, listening intently to what I was telling the kids. He was a muslim. Had the hat and robe on to prove it. He told us he wanted to hear about Jesus, so we shared. I modified my presentation to include the fact that it was the religious people of the time that hated Jesus because he challenged their laws and made them face the fact that they weren't good enough in spite of their devotion to the law. I emphasized the fact that we were sharing not about a religion but a relationship with Jesus. He was very serious and focused on the message. When I asked him if he would like to receive Jesus as his Savior, he said 'yes." I was truly surprised. I sort of expected him to come back at me with a lot of questions or to tell me I was wrong. But he very humbly prayed a prayer of confession, repentance, and declaration of faith in Jesus Christ. I carefully chose the words of the prayer that he repeated after me. I wanted to make sure that he clearly stated that Jesus Christ was now his Savior and the Lord of his life.
When I turned back to the pile of rocks, there was an old woman sitting there. Very old. Probably not 100, but she looked like life had not treated her well. She appeared sort of dazed and out of it. She was painfully thin and her clothes were totally worn out and threadbare. She was missing most of her teeth. Her feet were all gnarled and her legs had wounds on them wrapped in dirty bandages. We shared with her. She prayed to receive Christ. I had a hard time walking away from her because she had such an obvious physical need, but I had absolutely no means of helping her except for prayer which at the moment almost didn't seem like enough. But of course it was enough.
