Today we have the morning off. It has been really good, because we were all exhausted from our back to back trips out into the villages. I was definitely feeling the effects of those days out. I disappeared at about 9:00 last night, headed to bed. I am refreshed this morning and am excited about the remaining days here in Mozambique.
Yesterday and the day before we were in a Sena village called Boroma. It is a small village with a new work. No group has ever been taken there so we did not know what to expect. Usually as described by John, a new work is not as organized as many that have ben around a while. When we got there after a 2 1/2 hour drive we were confronted with lunch not being ready for us, people completely amazed at so many white people and they were really not ready for us to teach. So, we were patient and waited until all was organized, set up our tents and then started teaching. Me and Tim actually taught and then darkness was coming.
The people were so attentive and listening it was amazing. I don’t know if it was because they were an older group, or because they were a smaller group, but their attention span amazed me. Kelly gave her testimony and the people really related to her testimony. They realized that the Father can really transform someone and that a person who has not lived as God intended can be forgiven and give the Lordship to Christ.
That night we did the Jesus film, with no response. This was heartbreaking, but it is not our work that God is a part of, but His work we are priviledged to take part in. I have to remember this because we do not measure success in numbers or failure in lack of numbers. It is our job to be obedient to the Father, and only that. We are to teach, share, but we can not convict a person. Only the Holy Spirit can convict.
The next day we finished our teaching and then called for a commitment to sexual purity. Practically the whole church stood up, but then John clarified the decision we wanted was from unmarried youth, and only one remained standing. We prayed for Him and got his name so that we could continue praying for Him. Praise the Lord for convicting one heart and working in this youth’s life. If only for that young man, the trip was worth it.
Also during our time of teaching we got to suggest names for a set of twins that were born a while back. We each put two names on a piece of paper and then Sobreno and Choosi picked from the names and chose one from two different papers. They chose Kelly’s paper with the name David, and then they picked mine with the name Peter. The act of naming a child makes you the godfather/godmother of that Child. Technically now, I have a godchild named Peter in Mozambique, Africa and I commit to praying for Him as He grows. What an honor to name a child and be so intimately connected with the people of BOROMA.
I think I really might start the process to be a journeyman when I get home. I feel at home here, I feel at peace here, and I know I am called to African people. The Lord is my passion, and He has given me a passion for the people of Africa, whether from Niger or Mozambique, I love them and know I am supposed to be here. When I got news of more people coming to Mozambique and getting approved for God’s work here, I wanted so bad to know myself that I was coming back, but I don’t. There are no guarantees, I want the whole process to be over, and I think that means I should really start the process. Well…I think that is all for now…know that I am really searching for the purpose of the Lord in my life and the more villages we visit, the more I want to be somewhere in Africa. It may be Mozambique, it may not. I see the Lord clearly at work here and I want to join Him where He is at work, but if that is somewhere else in the world, I am open to that as well….pray for me as I begin the process to go as a journeyman…I think I have given up my will, may the Lord’s be done…and only the Lord’s will…
Jessica R.