On the second day of teaching in a mostly Muslim village, this woman really made me nervous. Her expression never changed – she just stared at me. She sat in the same spot and did not move during the class sessions. I was clueless as to what she thought about our teachings about Jesus, but she did not seem very happy to be in the room. As we shared Jesus with these precious souls many laughed at our illustrative stories while others seemed to show great interest in the One we called Jesus. But this Muslim woman just stared at me.
I figured she was mad at me and hoped she did not get violent. I figured I could outrun her but had no idea where I would run to.
I asked the group if they had ever heard the Bible read. None had! So I asked Sokhom to read the Bible to them. Many smiled and showed interest while others were extremely respectful; however, this Muslim woman just stared at me.
Taking a chance, I asked if anyone had any questions, and she raised her hand. “Uh-oh,” I thought, “Here we go!” To my complete surprise, she asked Sokhom and me, “Why are you only going to teach us for two days? Why will you not stay for at least one month?” I was relieved, elated, excited, humbled, and thankful to the Lord. What did I ever do to deserve such an honor as to be the first one to share Jesus with these adorable souls!
This kind of thing happens regularly in our ministry in Cambodia. We share God’s loving truth with Muslims and Buddhists who have never heard the name Jesus. There is no greater honor for a preacher than to be the first to tell the story of our great Savior and Lord.
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