“Why English teaching?” some may ask. Does it really make a spiritual impact in the lives of people? Is it really in line with God’s kingdom work? One of our prayers during this initial stage of establishing student ministry is that we may create a presence and build relationships through meeting felt needs – and one of the biggest needs among Thai university students right now is to learn English. English teaching doesn’t sound as spiritually glamorous as door-to-door evangelism or preaching the gospel to the masses, yet God can still work through it in ways that surprises us!
I was really encouraged this morning as I read aloud to my seven year old from a book titled "Missionary Stories" about a man named Ralph Palmer. This man was so persistent that in a day he would pass out about nine to ten thousand gospel tracts to people who rejected, rebuked,laught to his face, took tracts just to throw it away.Only a few people received it and read through it. Yes, he was discouraged to see so many people who didn't care much about their souls but that did not stop him. He perservered to hand out those tracts even in harsh circumstances. One day he received an email from someone who read the tract to say how it changed his life and he had been saved.Out of the nine to ten thousand gospel tracts being passed out that day one person was saved.
I was encouraged to read about the perseverance and faithfulness of Ralph Palmer. So often when we give out these gospel tracts to Thai people we are discouraged when they don't show interest.
"Lord help us persevere when we feel discouraged to know that the seeds are being sown and that You are at work."
Not all the seeds sown will fall on good ground. But just to know that even one is saved is worth it.
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recently read a blog on the Velvet for Ashes website that really summed up how I was feeling. The author wrote how she saw herself rushing in and out of the throne room of Jesus. Each time she entered she had much to tell Jesus about the work she was doing, the people she was evangelising, the bible studies she was preparing, and the list goes on. In amongst all of this busyness she had become more and more frazzled. When seeking help she was wisely counselled that Jesus was simply asking her to rest awhile with him in the throne room. He was more interested in her than he was in all she was doing. Jesus desired for her to rest a while with him, to be rejuvenated in his presence.
My family and I are missionaries and have been working in Mailaa in South Thailand for 3 years and not a single person has come to faith. We have shared the Gospel faithfully with many, had outreach events, handed out tracts, prayer walked the area regularly, listened to people’s stories of pain and struggles, cried and prayed with them, journeyed with them in their time of need and shown them God’s love.
When we are called by God to be a missionary there is an expectation and a desire to see 100’s of people coming to Christ, both by the missionary and those supporting the missionary. Yet, not a single person in the past 3 years has come to know Jesus as their personal Lord and Saviour. Jesus said: “Go and make disciples.” Yet it seems that we are not doing this very effectively.
Our first few months at Walailak University has mainly been to build relationships and establish a presence on campus. One of the ways that we have been able to do this is through meeting the felt need of teaching English to both students and faculty.
We have had a few opportuniites to share the gospel, but we have been wondering if we were really making any headway and wondering if we should be re-evaulating our approach. But amazingly enough God gave us a wonderful confirmation to continue teaching English through a student.
Yesterday afternoon I wearily set off to visit Yow, a friend of mine who has cancer and has been diagnosed as terminal. She has been in hospital for over a month, she is in a fair amount of pain and she is unable to sit up anymore. Thailand does not have palliative care facilities, so she will probably be in hospital until either her family can't afford for her to stay any longer or she loses her battle with cancer. At the moment she is in a private room, relatively comfortable and her pain is being kept under control.
Last week, my schedule was all blown to pieces. My wife, Belinda, was away on a training course. I was home with my youngest son, Steven. I would be the super-dad, up at 5 am each morning to get my son online for his school lessons, do homeschooling with him throughout the morning, then do my usual work and visits in the afternoon! That was until Steven started vomiting and vomiting and vomiting...