|Charlotte Airport - Day One|
Melba, Debra, Angie, Cathy, Karen, Paula and Sam
The Pastor, Robin
Wasti, was the director of Campus Crusade for Christ in Pakistan. He started
receiving letters threatening his life if he didn’t stop his work there. When his
car was shot up he took the threat to his life and the lives of his family
seriously. Because of his travel with CCC, he had a visa to the United States
and one to Canada. He tried to come to the USA but the details didn’t work out.
He had a cousin living in Canada so he moved there, leaving his wife and three
children living underground in Pakistan until he could make arrangements to
move them. They were separated for almost four years before they were reunited
in Canada in May, 2014.
|Pastor Robin Wasti and wife, Neena|
In the meantime, Pastor Robin was working hard, sharing his faith with anyone who would listen. Some divine appointments in the workplace allowed him to find a basement apartment to live in and he started a house church there with the help of April and Jeffrey Langley, missionaries with the International Mission Board. God blessed Robin with understanding homeowners who allowed the church to use some of their rooms upstairs so they could break out into separate groups for Sunday School.
|Some of the children at|
Bottomwood Park last week
Last week, all of this
was repeated in three parks, but this year over 400 children heard the Good News,
along with their parents and others visiting the park. I was amazed at how
attentive the children were, sitting quietly, wide-eyed, hardly moving a muscle
as I told them about the gift that God gave us through Jesus and how to open and
claim that gift for themselves. Some
remembered the Kid’s Clubs from last year and were excited that the team had
come back. As I sat in the park one morning making posters to advertise the
next night’s event while others went door-to-door inviting families to come,
several children came up and asked if they could have an invitation. Four of
them danced around holding up their cards saying, “I got Kid’s Club, I got Kid’s
|"I got Kid's Club!"|
I kept asking myself while I was there if I would be as exuberant about sharing the Gospel if I had been shot at, persecuted, and separated from my family. Most of my witnessing in my everyday life at home is done silently, being a good example. Occasionally I will take the opportunity to use words. The believers I met on mission in Canada know the cost of following and witnessing about Christ – and do it anyway.
“God help me be more like them. Amen.”
Going out with joy today-