This whole Christmas season really started when Andrew and I went to the biggest theater in town to hear our church choir sing a Christmas Cantanta. Somehow doors were opened, and the mayor’s office of
We went to the concert with a couple of friends, one of them named Pablo. Pablo is from
A few days later was Christmas Eve or Nochebuena (Good night) in Spanish. We had a big party at my aunt’s house, with leg of lamb, roast piglet!, and shrimp. Pablo was there with his girlfriend and her three sons. We all had a great time and laughed until our sides hurt.
The day after Christmas, Andrew, my aunt Deb, my cousins Sam and Jonathan, and I all went up the mountainside to see Pablo and Elke again. We had a great time seeing their horse farm, and having a nice turkey dinner with a great big roaring fire.
Finally, on New Years Eve, Pablo and Elke came to the church, the first time Pablo came, to have dinner with us all. They didn’t stay all night, but they did stay to hear the testimonies and prayers. He was visibly moved.
Evanglism isn’t like a nuclear bomb where you flip the switch and pray something happens. Rather, its like the parable Jesus told of yeast. Yeast takes a while to work, its not instant. But eventually it permeates the dough, and the bread rises. Andrew and I are praying for Pablo, that he will see us as people who love Jesus and love each other. This is evangelism.