It turned out that the camera I was borrowing during my missions trip had a corrupt memory disk – so I lost all of my photos on this trip. It’s a sucky thing, and it grieves me that I can’t send the photos I took to the new friends I made in Many Farms. But it’s another reminder that technology is unreliable. I feel like God is telling me to just be satisfied in Him, not the pretty photos I took. So I’m hoping these crude drawings will help you get a glimpse of the things I saw.
This picture I drew was of a specific day my group and I went door to door to preach the gospel, except this time – out of the three groups in my area that were being sent out, one group stayed under the tree (see the stick figures in the bottom right corner?) to pray constantly. Myself, uncle CK and another missionary from Dallas prayed under the tree. We prayed for God to work in each of our messengers, for their safety, for the Holy Spirit to be present, for the neighbours in the area to be ready to receive the good news… we never ceased to pray because we knew the devil would use our silence against us. I’ve never been filled with such urgency until then – I desperately wanted this community to be saved… to know the joy of having Jesus. After a while of praying, I heard foot steps approaching. A woman in her 50’s stopped by to hear our prayers. We opened our eyes and turned to her – and thats when she asked us to pray for her. I never expected anyone to come to us during our prayers – but God had apparently called her to us – we listened to the issues her family were facing, and together we prayed over her. Afterwords, Uncle CK asked if she knew who Jesus was – the woman answered honestly ‘No’. It’s incredible to see such transparency among the Navajo here. Even though we are strangers, they open up their homes to us, and they share their pain with us. Back in our society, we are too filled with pride to let people know of our hurts, but in this woman’s desperation for healing – she called out to us, and to our God. Uncle CK told her about Jesus, about his saving grace, about repentance, and about new life in him. She wanted that – so we prayed over her again – in tears she gave her life to Jesus.
When we finished, the other two groups that were with us came back. With joy and awe in their faces, they told us that the people they visited had all accepted Christ, even a medicine man who actively practiced wanted to follow Jesus. It also turned out that the entire area we went to was one large family. It’s amazing to see a person come to Christ, but even more so when an entire family comes to Christ.
When I look back now, I’m amazed of God’s work that day, but I’m not satisfied – my heart still goes out to the woman who approached us, especially to her daughter who is lost. The mission isn’t over – the issues are still there – but I know now that prayer can move mountains, prayer changes lives, and we should be praying constantly… because I believe God is listening.