Alright. Two final team members to hear from…in their own words.
From Krissann – On Thursday morning, right before I got really sick (overheated), we were witnessing all morning in the market. Beriely (my translator) and I had probably talked to 15 people. They were all, "Yea, yea, we know the Bible. We know all the verses. We don’t need to talk." We were frustrated. We were walking around and arrived in the back part of the market. We gave a man a tract and kept walking. He looked at it and came after us to ask us to explain it. As we are explaining it to him, he is telling us about himself. His wife died 2 weeks ago (he was about 45 yrs old). Since then he decided to give up on life. He was on his way to the bar to start drinking his life away. We explained that we were all sinners and he agreed with all we said. But he had a hard time believing God would love him enough to send His Son to die for him. When he prayed to receive Christ, he kept saying, "Thank you, thank you, thank you. I needed you right now in my life." Five minutes of continuous thankfulness.
From Andy – Juan (the man translating for me) and I, on Tuesday night, were walking down the street. We saw a concrete slab and couple feet off the street. The house had no actual glass in the windows, just a couple of bars over it. We saw a picture of Jesus in the window. We kept walking and then I felt we needed to go back to that house to talk to them. We walked up on the porch and called in. A guy on the couch got up. We handed him a tract. He really didn’t want to talk to us. But a teenager in the room where I saw the picture came out. We handed him a tract. The older man told us he didn’t want to talk anymore, but the teen did. His name was Miguel. We asked him "The Big Question" and he stepped outside. He said about 4 years ago, he said the prayer with someone to make them go away. He didn’t mean it. But now he really wanted it. So we led him through the prayer and he accepted Christ right there.
Wow. The memories that I have are many; they’re precious; they’re eternal. Old friends. New friends. Nicaraguans. All with a special place in my heart.