Saturday, 28 September 2019

Stories of Faith - Episode 41

Melrose was barely twenty years old when a group of visiting missionary mobilizers visited her university in 1983. She was sure she heard the call, but her identical twin sister, with whom she shared everything in life even up until then, did not hear anything like that. Her mum, a police officer, was livid with rage upon knowing that her young English undergraduate girl had opted to be a full time missionary. 

Torn between her love for her sister and honor to her parent, Melrose knew God had spoken. After finishing her university education, she joined Calvary Ministries. Contrary to human logic and mission’s ethics (if you like), Melrose was used of the Lord to pioneer residential work of that ministry in Niger Republic. A single lady in a Muslim nation! Yes. When she was undergoing one-year mission training, she heard of the need in that country. She opted to take the challenge! 

Melrose stepped out in faith. Thereafter, God gave her a husband, Joe, and blessed their union with three lovely boys. Together, they gave direction to the work, saw university students in that country disciple for the Master and established a rehabilitation centre for prostitutes in the land. Then God called Joe home. Relentlessly, Melrose soldiers on. She mapped out a strategy for prayer, mobilizing churches all around the country, especially in Lagos area to contribute prayer to North Africa, beginning with Niger Republic. Because she had been on the field, her prayer burden for the missionaries on the field has been with serious passion.

Saturday, 14 September 2019

Stories of Faith - Episode 40

Narrated by Ruth Aisha Aba 

As my husband and I stepped into full-time mission work in 2003, the thought of absolute dependence on God for daily needs came with a lot questions and fears. Is it going to be possible? How will my family feed and the children go to school? How was God going to sustain us/ Several thoughts flooded my mind and the light on my path seemed so faint. I needed God to answer these questions because I was told to ask Him every question I had; seeing that He alone could answer them and I would walk the rest of my life upon His answers. 

It’s quite easy to make up one’s mind to choose this path especially when you see some people that have gone ahead and from all indications the Lord has been faithful to them. It looks as though as soon as the Lord bids you come and you step out upon His words, the wind and the waves would no longer be a distraction to make you take your eyes of Him for a moment. But as with Peter, waves have made some not only to sink but to drown completely and I didn’t want to end that way. 

One Sunday afternoon, precisely on the 16th of October, 2005, while preparing to go out in order to keep an appointment with some sisters; I felt a very strong urge to go in and pray. I tried to excuse myself but my heart got heavier with the burden to pray. I wondered why it should be at that time of the day. The Lord in His mercy prevailed on me; so I went into my bedroom and knelt down to pray. As I got on my knees, I began to ask God what He wanted me to pray for since I was not sure of what to say. But instead of raising prayer points for me, I heard Him say, “Take up your Bible”. I did that immediately. As I opened my Bible with no particular scripture in mind, it opened to 2 Kings 25:29-30, which reads thus: 

“And changed his prison garments: and he did eat bread continually before him all the days of his life. And his allowance was a continual allowance given him of the king, a daily rate for every day, all the days of his life”. 

I was so surprised for I had never seen this scripture in this light before. I saw God, my Father, answering my questions. I heard Him saying that He had made ready a portion of a daily allowance for me. It was not going to be monthly salary but a daily allocation sufficient to meet my everyday needs, and that for the rest of my life. I was also going to be eating from His table and would not need to be the one to plan my menu for the day but to eat whatever was set on His table for me. I am particularly honoured to be invited to the table of the Almighty, King of kings. 

After hearing what God had for me, I could not get up from my knees anymore. I wanted to spend the rest of the day there but the burden had lifted. I heard Him say; “That’s all I wanted to tell you”. I felt the joy that knows no bounds. The entrance of His words brought a flood of light unto my life’s dimly-lit path as I knelt in worship and adoration of his Holy Name. It was a very memorable day for me, for He gave strength to my weak and wobbly knees and made my feet like the hind’s feet. I knew He had enabled me to go on heights. He is ever willing to clear our doubts and questions. 

From that day on, I have not had to worry and fret about what to eat and drink. The Lord has been faithful to provide sufficiently all our daily needs in whatever way He chooses. I can hang my life on Him; for His word is true. He has continued to send His word of encouragement to me. Recently, I came across Luke 12:31 (TLB): “He will always give you all you need from day to day if you will make the kingdom of God your priority”. What a sure word of promise!

Culled from More Than Rubies Vol 10 No. 2

Monday, 9 September 2019

Stories of Faith - Episode 39

His grandfather sold curses, he plants churches in India: Raman’s story 

It took a terrible accident before Raman became a believer in Jesus. 

It took healing from sickness and demonic thoughts. 

It took rejecting the faith of his family and his village. 

In short? It took a God who never stopped chasing Raman. 

Raman* is a Christian in India, and every day he believes in Jesus, he risks everything for the savior who rescued him. 

But before that? He had to deal with sickness, injury and a family that specialized in curses and magic. 

‘Why do I have to suffer like this?’ 

Raman grew up in a family where he saw first-hand the darker side of one branch of Hinduism. “My grandfather was a priest,” says Raman, who is now 29. “He would sacrifice animals and invite the gods. When people wanted to curse someone, they gave money to him and he would [place a] curse. When I was young, people would come to me and say, ‘We suffer because of your grandfather.’” 

When he was only eight years old, his father and grandparents all died within three months. When Raman’s mother refused to remarry, their relatives seized all of their property and possessions, and forced Raman, his mother and sister to leave town. The family tried to begin a new life in a new place, but it wasn’t easy. “My mother had earned her living with black magic, but when we started our new life, she had no way to get income,” Raman remembers. “We lived in a shack beside the road. It wasn’t even a real house.” 

After a year, they were able to move into a house. But at the same time, Raman became sick. His sickness made him weak, and he would frequently collapse. “At that time, I was determined that there was no God, because I was asking, ‘Why do I have to suffer like this?’” he says. 

Raman also began to hear voices whispering dark thoughts and urging him to carry out terrible acts—to attack other people, and even to kill himself. He became a danger to himself and to others, so the other people in his village told Raman’s mother to chain him up to prevent him from hurting someone. 

He was chained for months—no one knew what to do to help him. 

Then, someone told his mother, “You should take your son to church.” The Christians at the church prayed for Raman, and after a month, he was completely healed, and he stopped hearing voices. His mother and sister came to faith after this miracle—but even after experiencing this healing, Raman still wasn’t interested in God. “Because I loved my mother, I went with them to church, but I didn’t believe,” he says now. 

‘I realized that Jesus healed me’ 

It took seven more years before Raman became a believer—and it didn’t happen without significant suffering. He was riding a motorcycle, and he hit a large truck. Raman was severely injured, to the point he nearly died from the accident; the people from the church where his mother and sister attended started praying for Raman. 

For 20 days, there was no visible improvement. The doctors told his mother to take her son home and keep him in a room where he could be cared for—they said he would never be able to walk, talk or do anything outside of a bed. Raman’s mother’s family told her this had happened because she had left her Hindu faith. 

But on day 21, Raman woke up, sat up in bed—and got out and walked. “God has given you life,” the pastor told him. But that still wasn’t enough for Raman. 

“I didn’t believe that,” he says. “I was looking awful, I had scars on my face and I had to walk with crutches. I didn’t feel happy at all. When people came by to visit me, I started to argue with them about whether God had done this. 

“I told my mom, ‘If God really healed me, then I want to walk without those crutches.’ My mom prayed for me and she told me, ‘You have to start walking.’ I did. Within a week, all the strength came back into my legs. That was the moment I realized that Jesus healed me.” 

Now, in place of those evil voices that once plagued him, Raman hears the voice of the Holy Spirit. “This is such a different voice,” he says. “It gives me peace.” 

Church planting leads to persecution 

Since the day he started to follow Jesus, Raman has faced opposition because of his faith. When he first became a Christian, he lost many friends, who accused him of accepting a foreign God. “I felt upset by their response,” Raman says. “I was also disappointed and alone.” 

But that didn’t stop him from following the calling he felt God had given him. “I believe that God asked me to plant churches in Hindu villages around my own town,” he says. Raman became Pastor Raman. 

He got married and moved to a new village with his wife, to start building relationships and conducting church services. After a year, they began to rent a building where his church could meet together. “God started to touch the hearts of the people,” Raman says. 

However, others in the town became jealous because of the growth of the church. They started to disturb the services by throwing stones on the roof to make noise. This continued for several years, but Raman never stopped believing and conducting church services. 

Several years later, the persecution became more violent. Raman and his wife were expecting their first baby, when they were knocked off their bike by a member of an extremist group. “My wife lost our baby,” Raman says. “I wasn’t able to do anything. I brought her to the hospital but there was nothing they could do.” 

This was a terrible time for Raman and his wife. Somehow, they managed to carry on with their ministry. After two more years, God blessed the family with a baby girl. 

‘Thanks to you, we could go on’ 

Raman’s ministry has continued to grow. He’s helped plant churches in surrounding villages. “Right now, there are 30 places in which there are Sunday schools,” he says. “And in three villages there are church services.” 

But the persecution he faces has also continued. In March 2018, Raman came close to losing his life when his church was attacked by a group of young people, bribed by Hindu extremists. 

“One night I was praying in the church,” he remembers. “I was all by myself and locked the door. It was midnight when I noticed smoke getting in the church. By the time I opened the door, the front side of the church was already on fire. My bike, which I use to travel to surrounding villages, was burned too. I tried to escape from the church, but when I did, some burning wood fell on me. 

“It’s really God who protected me that day. I had physical issues after the incident. And even more, my bike was gone, the church almost burned down and there was no one to help us.” 

Open Doors’ local partners were able to buy some basic necessities and groceries for the pastor and his family. “Thanks to you and the practical help you gave, we could go on,” Raman says. 

A couple of weeks after the fire, the church was rebuilt, and over 500 children came to the building for a Vacation Bible School. “All the glory to God,” Pastor Raman says. With the help of Open Doors’ supporters, the church was able to buy new sound system to replace the one that was lost in the fire, so that work like this can continue. 

Pastor Raman has now recovered from his injuries, and is determined to continue taking the gospel to his nation. He asks for prayers for the children’s ministry of the church, and for guidance as he seeks to plant churches in 100 villages around his town. “I want to see India as a country free of all evil,” he says. “When India starts fearing God, people will leave their wrong ways. I know it can be dangerous. I also know that I might die. But I am not afraid.”

*name changed for security reasons