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Leeches Feasted On Her White Flesh

by | Sep 16, 2014 | Missions Articles

Pizza and coffee, I couldnt help it, I was so hungry and Bigyan and Yam aka Micheal Jackson had never had pizza before. I love lentils, rice, raw garlic, and hard boiled eggs, fresh chicken that we kill and hour before its ready to cook, or the whole goat that we killed and cleaned, I dont know what body part I just ate, they use it all, but boy does it taste good, spicy and curried, bbq goat ear, mmmm. When you’ve just returned from hiking 100 miles in 7 days through the roughest, steepest, rockiest, wettest, leech infested jungle to take the gospel to high mountain nepali villages, you eat like a man, whether you are one or not. I still carry the battle scars of the leeches that feasted on my white flesh by day, and the fleas, aka jumping masters, that feasted on my flesh at night. Was it worth it? Yes, for every leech and flea bit I recieced a soul heard the Gospel, recieved Jesus, or was healed. One deaf person recieved their hearing, a paralyzed woman felt her pulse in her withered hand for the first time in years, and we got to follow up the healing testimonies from the revival meetings we had last january. God is so good.

Today we braved the nepali buss, where you cram into this metal box to the beat of the music and jostle and dance until we had to get out and walk for 3 hours across a mudslide that claimed the lives of 150 villagers only a month ago. I peed in a field with a buddist priestess, an interesting experience, we all have the same bodily functions, and when youve got to go you’ve got to go.

Tomorrow we leave for a two week journy to lower Mustang, a place in nepal where there are no churches. We will spend 10 days hiking and trusting in Jesus to supply our needs as we do gospel meetings wherever he leads.

One testimony is that we went to a village that 6 years ago beat up the missionaries who visited there and have been hostil to Christians every since. There is one chrisitan sister there now whom we stayed with. We pulled out the ukelele as I begged one of my nepali brothers to teach me how to dance nepali. We began dancing under the stars to the rhythem of the ukelele, praising the Lord, and it wasnt long before we drew a very large crowd. Some of the nepali men joined in our merriement, and Bigyan encouraged me to share the gospel message. I did, and many people came to ask questions afterwards. A man who was following Mao, a dictator from China who enforced communism came to talk to Bigyan about Jesus, and afterwards Bigyan shared with me just how big of a shift that was from the hostility that they had faced from before.Praise God

God is with us and is doing mighty things! Thank you for your prayer and support. I love you guys!
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