Week four was destined to be a special week from the beginning. Patti, Chris, one of the volunteers named Clint, and I were given the opportunity to go pick up the children from the orphanage. We took a four hour bus ride into the mountains to pick up twenty of the twenty three orphans who would be joining us that week (the others would be arriving from foster homes in
The week before, one of our Chinese staff, Witney, had shared her life story during one of our staff meetings. During her story she began to cry and spoke of the emptiness she felt inside and how she was sad that she hadn’t gotten to know each of us foreign staff very well. My heart broke for her as she spoke of the darkness inside that I knew to be the result of not knowing Christ, but that she had no explanation for. That was Tuesday night of week three. During the rest of week three, I tried to reach out to Witney and slowly we began to be friends. She left for the weekend to take the children back to their orphanage, but when she returned Monday I went right back to pursuing her as a friend. Because our camp was split in half, I had a lot more time to dedicate to showing her Christ’s love. She had become good friends with Jon as well and so the three of us were able to have fun as Jon and I tried to impact her for Christ. We had so much fun playing games, getting ice cream, and just hanging out as she began to open up. Wednesday night came along and I began to notice that she was acting depressed. I asked her if she wanted to go on a walk and she consented.
It was around nine in the evening as we began to walk around the university. It is a beautiful campus with lots of trees, grass areas, gardens, parks, and brick paved roads. For the first ten minutes or so we barely said a word. We just walked along the path soaking in the peaceful atmosphere. But the Spirit had an agenda for that evening and He soon began prompting my heart to begin talking about Jesus. I had no idea what to say, but I knew I was supposed to say something. Finally, with butterflies rolling around in my stomach and a deep breath, I began to tell her different Bible stories that came to mind. As we walked she listened intently, but did not comment. After a little while I paused. This is so awkward! I thought, Jesus, I don’t know what I can say that is going to reach out to this girl… Please, Lord, help me, and give me the right words! We meandered down the path, silence once again reigning. I looked around me hoping to find a source of inspiration… and then I saw the moon.
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After a few minutes, I felt the Spirit prompting me once again, and so I began to pray for her out loud. I asked the Lord to make Himself real to her, to show her His love, and to bring her to the saving knowledge of His death. It seemed as if the more I prayed the more she cried, and I knew that a spiritual battle was being waged for her soul at that very moment. We sat there for over thirty minutes as tears streamed down her face and mine. I prayed continuously, sometimes out loud and sometimes in my head. After she seemed to calm down I asked her if she had ever prayed before. She told me she hadn’t. “Well, Witney, you’ve told me that you can not persuade yourself to believe that God is real, but to be honest you are right… You can not persuade yourself. The Holy Spirit has to work in your heart and God’s love will do all the persuading that needs to be done. Maybe you should pray and ask God to show Himself to you. God is a gentleman. He will continue to knock on the door to your heart, but if you don’t open it He won’t force the door down. What do you think about that?” Witney looked at me and then looked down. She closed her eyes and we just sat there for a few more minutes. After a little while she looked and I asked her if she was ready to go back. She said she was, so we began to walk back to the hotel. I still don’t know if she prayed that evening, but I am confident that the Spirit was working in her heart either way.
Witney and I continued to become greater friend through the rest of week four and as it drew to an end we were both so thankful that we would have one more week together in
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