Yo. Today was pretty darn awesome.
Ya, for today all of the meetings were with people who had lower then average English levels [in comparison to the people we had been calling to meet up with. Still better than the majority of students we met and couldn't talk to]. So me and JW met up with these two guys and we went to the coffee place. The one guy was kinda Buddhist, but the other guy believed in himself and science I think. We were talking and JW actually thought the coffee shop was probably not a good place to share with them, but we ended up there.
With a lower level of English you have to go a bit slower, making sure they understand. This is in no way bad. Being able to spend more focused time on the gospel, making sure they understand it, it's a good thing. When you see their eyes open when sharing the gospel you just get so happy. xP. We took our picture outside after and gave them the websites.
Spiritual conversations just make me so happy. They give me joy and peace and just this amazing feeling.
We chilled in the park after for about half an hour. We prayed for them and I prayed for a praise and worship song to pop into my head and so I whistled 'How Deep the Father's Love for Us'. The trees, the sky, the breeze. I was just so happy to be able to see God at work.
We had another meeting with a guy who made the commitment to meet with us instead of playing basketball with his friends and we went through the gospel slowly again.
Then me and DP met with another guy and played badminton.
I was late to the next meeting and thought TL had already come and gone, but actually [as I later found out] he was too busy with our three new brothers. Praise the Lord [for three new brothers receiving Jesus into their lives!]
So much encouragement today. God loves every student in East Asia and I'm so happy I get to share it with them. I am so thankful I am not in a chem lab right now. xP.
D.Fa
"How Deep the Father's Love for Us"
[How deep the Father's love for us,
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure
How great the pain of searing loss,
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the chosen One,
Bring many sons to glory
Behold the Man upon a cross,
My sin upon His shoulders
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice,
Call out among the scoffers
It was my sin that held Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished
I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection
Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom
]
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