This week we were able to go into this place that we kind of named tent city. It is a place where families who move from place to place live. They only live in places for short periods of time so they really have nothing except the clothes on their backs and these tarps that they live under. When we went we brought our friend that lives in India with us so that she could translate for us. Because without her it was extremely difficult to communicate with these people. We went in with the purpose of telling them a story about how our Father sent His Son to die for us.My friend Jessica began to tell the story to the people with our friend translating for her. And by the look on these people’s faces you could tell that they had never heard this story before. Soon our friend who was translating began to just talk to these people in Hindi, so we did not know what she was saying. Then she turned to us and told us that she told them the whole story. The people continued to ask questions and you could see the amazement on their faces.
While this was all going on I was standing on the outside of this circle that was formed around Jessica and our friend. As they were talking I could just feel his presence in this place. I could feel his jealousy for these people and his desire for them to know him. As they were speaking I began to place my hand on this young women’s back. And I starting rubbing her back and soon she took my hand and placed it over her heart. She would not let go of my hand. I could just feel the pain this young girl has, and her heart was just empty.
He won’t relent until He has it all. He is jealous for these people and desires for them to know his name and his truth. And to be full of his ever lasting love.
