Being broken Part 4

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This vision I am writing now has greatly contributed to further work of mine.

One day, walking in front of the school I saw a guy walk a beautiful German shepherd dog. I have never seen such an intelligent animal. His eyes sparkled as he looked at me. I thought he will speak like Balaam's donkey in the Bible. (Just to let you know, I have serious phobia from dogs because of a wild pit bull). David, the owner, listened my testimony just out of his good manner, as I learned later.
I invited him to church, but he had zero intention to come. But that “someone up there” was very interested of their fate, because at other times he could not avoid us, we kept on meet on the streets! They lived in the neighboring building. So I visited them. By the skin of his teeth he gave in and came to church.

Being broken Part 3

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For I am Christian, I kept it my duty to visit them, but I could not transgress their free volition. I remember when I first went to the hospital. The fear made my legs to tremble.

Until then, there was no problem: we were talking in the McDonald's or down at the streets. But to be there with them in the hospital, that was different.
What I really dread was the sight of one dying. I remember, as I approached the hospital, so did I ran out of power. By the time I got there, my legs were as stain.
I've tried all sorts of things to figure out, reasons to turn back, but my legs did not obey me. I was crying of fear.

My tears were flowing and I was ashamed. I was alone, but I had to go. Suddenly, I looked up at the sky, and like a giant bird, God was revealed in my mind, and said: do not be afraid! I watch over this place. Go ahead! They are important to me!

Being Broken Part 2

Many people told me that I'm not normal, because of my work. But I knew that in the eyes of sender, the Lord Jesus they were the most important in the world. For such moments worth living. Many Christian missionary receives the call and goes. Many of them got imprisoned, killed, get their bodies buried.

In Asia, Africa, believers are tortured to death. In Africa some got nailed on the walls of the church. But we are going, because the Lord's love compels us. Our life has a purpose. To know the Lord Jesus Christ, and to tell the people that there is forgiveness for their sins. There is a God, who is ready to deliver of the one who cries out for him from any difficulty. There is a chance for repenters to get to heaven. Yes, sometimes we are afraid, but we go further, because it's worth it. Many say: it is sacrifice, but this is not the case. The One who was the Sacrifice shed his blood on the cross, for our eternal freedom. I think it's more of an honor, a wonderful privilege.

I know it's easier to hold your head up. I did it also. For it has responsibility to get in contact with someone else.  Many cases we have to give or time, sometimes we devote our money too. But it's worth it because there is no greater joy than when you see lives changed. Sometimes even in the last minute.