A young missionary, wife and mother learns life in a new home. Learn how to pray for all new missionaries as Becky tells you her story... Smiling Is Next To Godliness! . . . Right? When we moved to Russia, my husband and I promised ourselves we would never become those types of missionaries that ...
A young missionary, wife and mother learns life in a new home. Learn how to pray for all new missionaries as Becky tells you her story... Expect more One day, about a year after moving to Russia, I sat at the kitchen table with a friend who had come to visit. As my guest and I drank tea, my 4 year...
A young missionary, wife and mother learns life in a new home. Learn how to pray for all new missionaries as Becky tells you her story... Season’s Greetings I moved to Russia in the middle of January. My friends thought me brave (albeit a little nuts) to be traveling to one of the coldest countr...
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Journal of an American follower of Christ living among the Afghans... Mr Z Before taking a leave in the West, G. asked C. how many believers there were in Kabul. “Only three that are baptized,” was the answer. Returning two years later, G. expected there might be as many as six. “How many believers now?” “Just one,” replied C., “One of the three died, one was poisoned, and the remaining one is blind.” Mr. Z. The following year, during the Soviet occupation, a qazi (a person who has memorized the Quran) was sought to represent Afghanistan at the annual Quranic recitation in Saudi Arabia. Not many qazis were around, so Mr. Z was chosen. He traveled to Saudi Arabia, won the contest and came home with a gold medal. Saudis were so embarrassed that a non-Arab had gotten the honor that they instituted a double medal contest from then on: Arab and non-Arab. Imagine! A Communist government sends a Christian to an Arab country for an Islamic contest, and he wins! Our God has a great sense of humor. On his final day in Arabia, someone discovered that Mr. Z was a believer and tried to kill him before he boarded the plane for home. Mr. Z became bolder than ever in sharing his faith. Imagine a blind man giving his testimony in a closed country. He has no idea who might be listening. I met Mr Z in a home in Pakistan, where we sat on the floor and prayed for Afghanistan. Soon he was ready to return to his native Kabul, against the advice of friends who knew his life was in danger. He returned alone, never to be heard from again. Reports came that in his final days, his tongue was ripped out by fanatics to silence his witness. Today Mr. Z’s wife and children live in the West. It’s an unfriendly world and you may be at risk wherever you share your faith. People working in Afghanistan today are knowingly putting themselves in harm’s way. It’s not safe, but does that matter when eternal destinies are at stake? Someone has said that the relatively safe areas of the world are mostly evangelized. So what should we do about the unsafe areas? |
