Why I Love What I Do
Today we went to a very poor area. Most of the houses are made of pallets with dirt floors. They live on private property which means that if the land owner kicks them off the property, they have to go. We are working with a team from Lincoln, Nebraska (Christ Lutheran Church).
We did food distribution which means we go around and talk with people, share the gospel with them, ask if we can pray for them and bless them with a bag of food which includes a bottle of vegetable oil, a 2lb. bag of Maseca (Corn Flour for making tortillas), a bag of pinto beans and a bag of rice. As we walked around this area, we met with many people who were both physically and spiritually thirsty. No one refused to talk with us and most allowed us to pray with them. We heard a testimony from one woman who informed us that a year ago our base brought a team to the area and they prayed for her husband to find a job. Within 1 week he found work and has had a steady paying job ever since.
As we were packing up our things and getting ready to leave, one of the students from the team came to me and asked if I could translate for them to go back to a house with a very sick baby and pray for it again. We went to the house and when we got there, we were invited in and went to the back of the house where the mother was preparing dinner. The baby was in a stroller right next to her and looked completely healthy. The student, student leader and Pastor all agreed that the baby appeared sick to the point that they were all concerned for it's well being. By the time we went back (an hour or so later), the baby was completely healthy, no fever. They had prayed for the baby's healing and I sensed that perhaps part of the reason God wanted us to go back was so that this student could see what He had done as a result of her prayers. The student reiterated to the mother that she wanted her to be sure that Jesus loves her very much and the woman's eyes welled up with tears. It was obvious that she had witnessed a miracle and it could only be attributed to one God. I got the priviledge of witnessing it and encouraging the student.
That's why I love what I do.
We did food distribution which means we go around and talk with people, share the gospel with them, ask if we can pray for them and bless them with a bag of food which includes a bottle of vegetable oil, a 2lb. bag of Maseca (Corn Flour for making tortillas), a bag of pinto beans and a bag of rice. As we walked around this area, we met with many people who were both physically and spiritually thirsty. No one refused to talk with us and most allowed us to pray with them. We heard a testimony from one woman who informed us that a year ago our base brought a team to the area and they prayed for her husband to find a job. Within 1 week he found work and has had a steady paying job ever since.
As we were packing up our things and getting ready to leave, one of the students from the team came to me and asked if I could translate for them to go back to a house with a very sick baby and pray for it again. We went to the house and when we got there, we were invited in and went to the back of the house where the mother was preparing dinner. The baby was in a stroller right next to her and looked completely healthy. The student, student leader and Pastor all agreed that the baby appeared sick to the point that they were all concerned for it's well being. By the time we went back (an hour or so later), the baby was completely healthy, no fever. They had prayed for the baby's healing and I sensed that perhaps part of the reason God wanted us to go back was so that this student could see what He had done as a result of her prayers. The student reiterated to the mother that she wanted her to be sure that Jesus loves her very much and the woman's eyes welled up with tears. It was obvious that she had witnessed a miracle and it could only be attributed to one God. I got the priviledge of witnessing it and encouraging the student.
That's why I love what I do.
posted by Ron Wilson | 10:33 PM
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