The first day we did a lot of walking. As we walked we asked the Lord to open a door for us to share in this city. We began conversations with quite a few people but no one showed an interest in talking with us. We would chat for a few minutes before they said they had to leave or get back to work. We went back to the hotel and decided to spend some time in prayer before getting to bed early. Tomorrow we would have an early start. As soon as my friend jumped into bed he jumped right back out, grabbed the blankets and sheets and pulled them back to reveal a nice little cockroach in his bed. At this point I decided to get up and check my sheets. All clear.
The next day we met a man using two crutches and walking with difficulty. We asked him what had happened. He explained that he had been in a car accident that affected his ability to use his legs. “Can I pray for you?” I asked. “Yes,” he replied. I took him by the arm and began to pray. When I had finished I looked at him and he looked at me with tears streaming down his face. I pulled him in close and hugged him. He cried into my shoulder and I told him that I loved him, that Jesus loves him and that not once has God ever forgotten him. He asked me if I could help him sit down and after a minute of him catching his breath I asked him what was going on. He said, “When you took my arm and began to pray I felt loved. I can’t remember ever being loved this way.” We sat and talked for about twenty minutes. I shared in different ways about the love of Jesus and salvation. In the end I told him that I would like to give him my Bible as a gift and asked him if he would accept it. He told me he would. I pulled my Bible, in the local language, out of my back pack and told him again how much Jesus loves him and how much this Book has changed my life. He took my Bible and kissed it before putting in in his bag. He then told me that his wife actually teaches courses from their holy book but that he was going to take my Bible home and read it with his wife. We hugged and he began to cry again. I told him again that I love him, Jesus loves him and that God has not forgotten him. Pray for the salvation of this man.