Coincidence? Not a chance. Not with God!
Today I have seen the providential hand of God over repeatedly.
I'll start with my very first visit of the day. I was reunited with Christian, my translator from the last four years. We've worked together so many times sharing the Gospel that he can practically know what I'm going to say next. He knows his Bible and is passionate about sharing Christ. Besides that, he's like my little brother. I pick on him constantly and love him dearly. I say all this about Christian, because God knew I needed him as my translator at this first home, someone who was bold and spoke with conviction.
On top of Christian, the national we worked with from yesterday, Andreas, was with us again. This guy was amazing. Usually when we work side by side with the nationals, they're pretty timid. Not Andreas. I have never worked with a national like him, and I believe he'll be a pastor himself one day. He walked over an hour from his home to the barrio, just to work with us. How many of us would do that? To tell you the truth, with the heat and humidity here, I don't think I would have. That's commitment, and with tenacity like that, you know God had a plan to use him.
We went to a home where a mom, Nereida, was preparing lunch. She had a son, Harrison, who was doing chores in the kitchen, and then another son Jorge was just hanging out. We started to share Christ, and Nereida kept getting up and down, seemingly disinterested. Then the father, Jorge Sr, walked into the house with another son, Oswaldo. When Jorge Sr walked in, the mood changed. He sat and listened intently as I shared the Gospel. I talked about how Jesus died in the cross, suffered a terrible death for you and me, so that we could have a way to heaven. I told them how salvation was a free gift available to all, and we couldn't work our way to heaven.
As I shared, as Christian translated, and as Andreas jumped into the conversation, it was clear God was in the house. After about forty minutes of sharing, Jorge Sr, Nereida, Oswaldo, Harrison, and Jorge Jr. prayed to receive Christ as their personal Savior. They put their faith and trust in God and committed their lives to Him. That was a miracle. Salvation came to the entire house, and that is the experience I always long for when I go on mission trips. So many times we lead moms or kids or fathers to the Lord, but rarely do we find the entire family at home at once.
But the story doesn't end there. Andreas, our national, has incredible discernment. He could sense sadness in the home during our conversations. After the family prayed to receive Christ, he told them that he knew the family had wronged each other. They were holding bitterness against each other. And just as God forgave them of their sins, they should confess to each other the wrongs they had committed to hurt each other. He told them to demonstrate the same love of God that they had just experienced in their own lives with each other.
It was at least 100 degrees. It was a humid. I had beads of sweat rolling down my back. But as I watched this family turn to each other, cry uncontrollably, embrace in an endless hug, goose bumps appeared on my arms and legs. God not only took residence in their lives yesterday, but He was invited into their home to take control and heal broken hearts and open wounds. He is the great Physician, and I saw Him in action yesterday.
We found out later that Oswaldo is leaving on Saturday for the police academy, and the family has been torn apart over it. Nereida's heart is so fearful for him. I was able to share with the family one of the verses I'd memorized earlier this year. Zephaniah 3:17 "The Lord your God is with you. He is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you. He will quiet you with His love. He will rejoice over you with singing." Nereida hugged me, crying. I did the same.
Nereida then invited the three of us to share lunch with them. It was soup and rice. Hmmm...this is something we're told to never do. We have no idea how the food was prepared, and we can probably assume the water was not purified. I prayed, but I knew the immediate answer. There was no way I would insult this family and not eat with them. "Lord, protect my stomach supernaturally; please don't let me get sick. Bless this food and this family. Amen." So far, so good.
I trained the family on how to use the E-Card. They were excited about sharing this Good News with others. We also found out that have one more child, a daughter named Linda. She was at school, but they were quick to assure as she would hear the Gospel from them as soon as she got home. Three older boys and a baby girl. There are four kids in my family, three boys and me, the baby. No, God is not a God of coincidence. He didn't need me there in that house, but I'm sure glad He chose me to be there and experience His power.
At the next home we visited, we found an entire family who were already believers, but they had fallen away from the Lord. They were not involved in a local church, and they had allowed circumstances in their lives affect their commitment level to God. Sound familiar? How similar is that story to Christians we know and have come across in our path. Some of the family members were struggling with debilitating back pain, and we took time to pray for them. Andreas did the praying, and I'm telling you, I don't have a clue as to what he said, but he prayed with such passion for them. The Holy Spirit was moving. The woman in the house had faith that she would be healed. Only God knows.
In the afternoon, we had another national join our team, Evelyn. She watched as we shared Christ with our testimony and the Evangecube. I could sense her fear. At the last home we visited, I handed her the cube and said, "It's your turn." I have to laugh as the color quickly left her face. I told her, "God has not given you the spirit of fear." And I told her we were going home, but she would need to continue the work. I watched at the next home and said nothing at all, only smiled. Evelyn may have been scared, but it was awesome to see her share the Gospel - her first time ever.
At the end of the day, Pastor Roberto sat across from me in the van. He has such passion for the Lord, and he wanted to share all these old pictures of people he's worked with in the past. He used to live in Cartagena, but two months ago he moved his family here to Barranquilla to start a new church. One by one I politely smiled as I looked at the pictures. Oh that's nice, nodding my head as I listened to his stories.
Wait! I know that guy! That's Jeff Smith! Jeff plays the bongos on our church's worship team and is in my small group. I knew Jeff had gone to Cartagena one time a number of years ago, but I quickly learned that Pastor Roberto was Jeff's translator on that trip!
Next Pastor Roberto told me about his passion for evangelism and gave how this evangelist he met a long time ago him an idea of what to name his association, if he started one. He pulled a weathered family picture of this evangelist from his Bible. "Hey, that's Johnny Wilson!" I said. His eyes widened...you know Johnny Wilson? Dude! I used to travel with his ministry on the weekends when I was in college. Frank used to work with him in North Carolina! Wow! Colombia is a big country. Pastor Roberto knew Johnny from quite a while ago from when he lived in Cartagena. Who would ever think that me, living in Texas, would go to Colombia and find several mutual friends with this Pastor who has been in Barranquilla only two months? God would. There are no coincidences with Him.
I'm humbled. I'm thankful. I'm overwhelmed. I'm forever changed. I'm so grateful my coincidences are God's divine appointments.
Oswaldo, Jorge Jr, Nereida, Jorge Sr, and Harrison
---Beth Banfill
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