See, there’s this young man, not very big in stature, thin and light brown. His eyes are warm. He’s timid and quiet but has a wide contagious smile. He’s here for a short visit. He sits down close to me, turns and says,
"Do you have time to hear my story?"
He’s travelled from afar. One of the world’s poorest countries and one of the most restricted. Freedom of religion is nonexistent, and Sunni Islam has dominated for more than 1,000 years. Social and family matters are judged under Islamic law. He grew up in this world. Then, as a young man, he began searching for the truth. Pieces of Scripture...the Gospel message penetrating...the hope of Salvation...Grace so free - running over...Christ dying on the cross for his sins...Freedom in Christ.
His heart is set free but his body is chained. The police come and take him away. It’s dark, cold and lonely in jail. What’s his crime? He’s following Jesus.
It’s that simple. Then there’s this chance…a chance to run. He runs. He runs very hard and long to a place where he has no family or friends. But he’s free. So, he runs, leaving behind the familiar, to the unknown. His journey is lonely. He’s hungry and afraid....
Except for his faith....it’s deep and strong. He’s clinging to Jesus. So tightly. So closely. He’s not sure where his next meal is going to come from cause you see he lost his fishing rig. Deep into the sea. No one knows what really happened. He’s going to keep working. No matter that it took him three years to save for the fishing rig. He’ll keep trying. Jesus knows all this, he calmly explains.
We all can’t help but stare and wonder. How does this happen? We try to put ourselves in his shoes. Our minds go there, but it’s scary. Our mouths are dry, and our palms start sweating. Would I be so bold and courageous?
“Pray for me” he says as we shake hands and say goodbye. Remember me. How can we not remember? How can we not pray?
He is one of the many that Equip2Serve is privileged to disciple. Better yet, we are privilege to be discipled by him!