The other day, as most days, I tried to squeeze too much in to too little time. I had a quiet time and exercised. I got ready and had breakfast. On the way out the door, I said good byes to the kids and could not resist teaching a little as well. However, then I was late to gather with the other ladies to go out prayer walking.
I showed up to our gathering place. I was not the first to arrive, but I was also not last. We sang a couple of praise songs in the dominant local language and then prayed together before heading out. Though the three ladies that gathered with me were almost half my age, it was a blessing to call them sisters.
One of the ladies, who has lived in the capital a year and speaks the dominant local language, had come across a household that really wanted to communicate in another local language, of which I speak a dialect. The young lady took the group of us to meet the house hold. The other ladies in our group consisted of a semester volunteer and a former semester volunteer who recently came back to work in the capital.
After a stroll, we arrived at the desired household. We all greeted and were introduced. One of the matrons of the house shared that her knees were aching, due to what I guess is arthritis. I asked if we could pray and share a story. The semester volunteer shared the story of the four friends that brought the paralytic to Jesus, while I translated. After the story and more conversation, I felt prompted to tell the story of Creation to Christ with the two ladies who were still there with us. I felt bad that I could not story and translate for the rest of my group at the same time, but it worked out. My group gathered where we were in the story. Once I was done, I went back to translating.
I asked what the ladies liked or had problems with in the story. They understood my language, which concerned me the most. The matron shared that the Way I shared was different from what they believed. I affirmed that it was good to know we are sinners and need to be saved, because there are so many in the states that do not even know that. However, only one road can be the Way, and we can only walk one path though we have two feet.
The matrons were less than embracing of what I shared, but they were still open to visiting. The sun was taking over more of the court yard, so we all moved into a shaded area of the courtyard. Our original contact asked to be able to make tea for all of us, which was encouraging that she wanted to continue the visit. She also had fun joking around with the young lady who recently returned to the capital.
After three rounds of tea, it was time to go. The original contact wanted to know where the young ladies live, so that she could visit them some time.
I hated the idea of leaving and not sharing enough, but I was also well aware that the relationship might get shut down once the Truth was shared. Thankfully, we can rest knowing that the Truth was introduced in that household, and the doors of relationship were still open. Praying that the seed of faith will be watered and one day produce much fruit.
