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.

Since I went out every night, they waited for me with almost a childlike joy. God gave me many pleasant, warm weathered nights. With benches put around they listened to me, sometimes even ten to fifteen boys heard our conversation. I could talk to them about everything. They were very open and I was grateful for their trust. I began to love them more and more.

Some were homeless people, not even few. When I could, I brought clothes and food. If necessary, directed them to the appropriate institution. I often went with them because they were afraid of the homeless shelters, from day care points, and also from the tests and their results, of course, not without reason. How many lifes have changed because of me I do not know, but I do know that from this large number of army 2 boys still keep in touch.

Many have died of AIDS, and it really hurt me also!

The aim of my work was prevention and to take them out for AIDS screening. This had not happened many times, yet to all I offered to go with. I did not understand why, until one day I went myself. How I waited until the week of the diagnosis I do not want that for anyone! For years I was alone, I got strong, but boy, I was scared! Terribly! That two weeks before I got the results, it was horrible. Every day, thought about it a hundred times, could it be I got it? Times like this, you talk yourself into things you had never even done.

From then on I understood the fear! I tried not to force, but gently persuade them. Many people do not go to the screening, although know that probably they’re infected. A few years later I met some at the hospital. Broken, tired of it, and fighting each minute.

There was a boy, Joseph, with whom we became good friends. I never knew such a frivolous person. Constantly he lied! His lies, yet impacted the others with a beauty of a fairy-tale. Although this way of life entailed a place for lies, yet it brought him to popularity. The other gay guys "loved" his stories. He always made them forgot who they were.

When I talked to Joseph first time about the redemption work the Lord Jesus, hope raised in his eyes. He came with me to the church! Beautifully dressed, with the Bible under his arm, and he entered the door of the church, like a prince.

For he was! A newborn lamb of the kingdom of God.

A few weeks later, he learned that he is HIV +. For years he carried the virus. We did not understand why he's lying, it became clear. Then I thought God would heal him and he could start a new life. Unfortunately, it did not happen. The Corso and his friends he missed. One and a half years to the degradation. If possible, every day I visited him. I sat by his bed for hours. With body lotion I cured his cracked and scarred skin. I tried to alleviate the physical and emotional pain. He made plans until the last minute, fighting for survival. 36 years of age, the Lord took him home. Finally to rest.

Once as I was walking home from the hospital, I reached out my hands, and I saw that it is not in my hands, but the Lord Jesus’. God honored me showing: anything can be used in a life of a devoted believer. I have never used gloves, yet I never got infected, because the Lord protected “his own hands. "

I never judged over them! I loved them with all my heart! What I could, have I done, but apparently not a lot of my work had the result! This could also sometimes discourage. Many people got infected with the years! Unfortunately, most of us were convinced that they were born as gays and they are sick. But this is not true. Homosexuality is a sin, not a disease. God created man male and female. Just imagine if that was so, then the Lord would have created two men or women. This is a wicked lie. What they believed the misrepresentation of the truth. So they wanted to lull their conscience. God hates sin but loves the sinner, and he wants them all to be saved. That's why I was sent among them.