On one of those days, nothing was going right. Our appointments were falling though, plans kept dropping, people were too busy to speak with us. It was just terrible. Soon the late hours of the night approached where missionary work goes down the toilet. Especially in this area where people become heavily intoxicated. We were contemplating just going in for the night and study. But something overcame us and we kept going. Then at the last hour we knocked one more door and found a solid new investigator. It truly was a blessing from the Lord.
On another evening, after a long day of biking around, we were heading in for dinner and saw a guy holding a sign that read "Free Hot Dogs!". We thought, "why not?" We followed the sign and turned into a park with lots people. Immediately two guys on motorcycles stepped towards us. I had no idea what was going on here. Next thing I know the two guys offer to say a prayer with us. Apparently this whole thing was a free dinner put on by a local church ministry. The hot dogs weren't all that great, but while we were there, we encountered two less active members from Kentucky. They had fallen away a bit, but are wanting to come back. God really guides us to where we need to be. Even it is through the incentive of free food.
This past Sunday we got to hear a missionary farewell talk for a sister preparing to serve in Croatia. In her talk, one thing really stuck out to me. This sister said, "A soul of someone in Illinois is no less valuable than someone in Australia, or Europe, or any other foreign mission." The worth of ALL souls is great in the eyes of God, whether that soul be in Arkansas, or Italy, or any where else. No matter where you serve, the Lord assigned you to those specific souls. No mission is any less important than another; foreign or stateside.
"Behold, all souls are mine; as the soul of the father, so also the soul of the son is mine: the soul that sinneth, it shall die." - Ezekiel 18:4
|A delicious stir fry I made!|
|My companion holding a chicken|