I'm aware I
don't post stories on here very frequently, if at all. This is for a
variety of reasons, chief among them a desire to respect the privacy of
everyone I have the opportunity to interact with. Today, however, I have
permission to share a very recent experience of a fellow LCM worker
which I hope will be of encouragement to you.
X was walking her
dogs down the street on her day off. She had a leash in one hand and a
spray bottle full of water in the other, in case the dogs became too
mischievous. It was another normal London day. As she walked down the
street, a man approached her.
"How are you getting on with the dogs?"
X
stopped. This was a rough area of the city, and London isn't generally
known for its pedestrian chitchat. (Let that be your understatement for
the day.) She made cautious conversation, telling him a bit about the
water bottle she was carrying. The conversation eventually moved to his
health and how he believed he had healed himself of a debilitating
disease. X was curious.
"But you're better now?"
The man paused
for a moment. It was evident something was still wrong. X gave him time
to find words to describe his current condition, and at last he told
her about the demonic oppression he was struggling under. He said he was
dealing with it in his own way, but X told him she had the true answer to
his problem. As soon as she mentioned the name of Jesus, the man
began to smirk. X became nervous. It was an unsettling situation. What was she doing
here, on her day off, trying to tell a man on the street about
Jesus?
Suddenly, an enormous man approached from behind X.
This gentleman was "suited and booted" as the saying goes - wearing an
outfit that appeared to be incredibly expensive. He was an African man and had a handsome face
with what X later described as "a permanent smile". As this new stranger
walked up, he looked at X and said, "Lead him to the cross."
X
and the oppressed man both turned to look at him. The stranger repeated
himself, "Lead him to the cross." and continued walking. Before he
walked out of sight, he turned around and called out,
"It's only through the cross!"
Then he was gone.
This
gave X the courage she knew she needed. She was able to continue her
conversation with the man she had just met, challenging him about his
unwillingness to believe in Christ when he was so ready to accept the
existence of spiritual forces. She tried to get him into contact
with a nearby Christian mission. As it turns out, that ministry was
already aware of this particular man, and they are now taking steps to
reestablish contact with him. Please be in prayer for wisdom for the
missionaries reaching out to this person, and pray for Christ's healing and redemptive work in
his life.
"How then can they call on the one they have not
believed in? And how can they believe in the one of whom they have not
heard? And how can they hear without someone preaching to them? And how
can anyone preach unless they are sent? As it is written: And "how
beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news!"
- Romans 10:14
X
shared this message with our training class this morning, and it struck
me that this was the second such story I've heard this week. I received
her permission to share her story online, and now I would like to tell
you briefly about another.
I have the opportunity where I'm
serving to meet regularly with a woman named H. H speaks Bulgarian and
Greek, but virtually no English. Thankfully Yordan, one of the
missionaries at Ridley, speaks Bulgarian as his first language. This is a
tremendous blessing as it's not a very common language in the sea of
cultures that make up Forest Gate, meaning H often has a great deal of
difficulty communicating.
On Tuesday, during the meeting with H,
an interesting question arose. I had heard previously about the day she
first arrived at Ridley. Sammy, our Centre leader, had been trying to
learn where she was from and if she knew any English when Yordan entered
the room. It became immediately evident that they (quite literally)
spoke the same language. As it happened, she had a flat very near the
Centre and had decided to visit. That was all I knew about how she
became associated with the ministry to begin with.
The question
that came up this Tuesday was how she had decided to visit in the first
place. H told Yordan she had been in England a very short time and was
walking down the street when a Bulgarian woman came up to her and told
her to go to Ridley Christian Centre. 'There is a man there who will
speak to you in Bulgarian.'
H hasn't seen or heard from this
woman since. They spent some time trying to decide who it could be, but
Yordan doesn't believe he has ever heard of this woman or met her at
all.
Please let this be an encouragement to you. So often we can
fall under the burden of not knowing who to speak or reach out to. So
often we can become frustrated when we come up against a barrier - whether it's fear, language difficulty, or any of our myriad limitations. Please be reminded that God is faithful and very actively involved. I know it's encouraged me.
For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are your ways my ways, declares the Lord.
For as the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are my ways higher than your ways
and my thoughts than your thoughts.
- Isaiah 55:8-9
But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.”
- 2 Corinthians 12:9a