Last week we went to an island on Lake Victoria and we saw how sad and depressed some of these people are. Most of them are fishermen and they ALL live in wooden shacks. Some nights they go to sleep with prostitutes and spend most of their money on alchohol. On Tuesday, our first full day there, we went door to door witnessing, with about three mzungu (white people) per translator. As our group was entering the village we saw about four men lounging around so we decided to tell them about Jesus. One of them wore a shirt that said "The Lord is my Shepherd" so we talked with them about Jesus and if they know more about Him than what is says on his shirt. And they said that Jesus has already saved them from their sins, that was awesome, so we just encourged them to attend the church on sundays and to grow, until this one man came, his name I found out is Collin.
He didn't understand Luganda, so I would speak to our translator, who would talk to one of the villigers, who would tell Collin in his language what I originally said. And the reverse would happen when he talked, so it was an interesting experienced lol. This man was broken, tearing up in front of his friends as Jesus was being shared with him, so he wanted to talk privately. So the three of us plus our translator followed him. On the way to his house our translator stopped to say hi to one of the ladies outside her house, but I continued following Collin and when she turned around she didn't see me and couldn't find me, as there are no roads in the village, just shacks packed together. I thought nothing of it, cause I thought the rest of my group was following me and Collin, but apparently not. I should have made sure my group was with us, but I was so focused on helping this man and sharing more about Jesus with this man, that I thought nothing of it. And his house was only 10 seconds from where we seperated. As I entered the house I realized how his house looked like a shack on the outside, but a home on the inside. And for some reason I thought nothing of the language barrier, but God took care of that, because we conversed in English the whole time. Sidenote: this man was sober during this conversation. He told me about how alchohol makes him violent with his friends and his wife, and it makes him forget his problems and takes away his fear. But he doesn't want that life anymore, he said, and he wants to turn his life around. This ALL being in English, and I told him how Jesus can help him, but only if he's willing. I told him how with Jesus there is no guilt in life and no fear in death, and because he offers his Spirit to live inside of us, he can overcome his addiction. The gospel message was then presented and he accepted Jesus into his heart!!! I ate lunch with his family which consisted of talipia (fish) and ugali. Next thing I know, James and Alex arrive looking for me so I said my goodbyes and brought him to bible study later that day. He now has a Bible he can read, so pray that he stays on the right path and that he diligently reads his bible! .
