Another Open Door
We’ve been praying for years that the Lord would open the door for us to Vietnam, so we could join the harvest there. We worked with our Asian partners, investigated ministries of compassion, and looked into business-as-mission initiatives. But every door seemed closed.
Then, providentially – and unexpectedly – God did what He often does. WOW!! The door swung open and our church there now has over 3,000 members, including four ordained elders and a fantastic group of ministerial candidates. In the past few days they have participated in a public evangelistic rally attended by 15,000 people.
I’ll never forget accompanying David Yardy as we met with our leaders in Vietnam in late March – we celebrated the miracles that kept them alive during times of intense persecution, the privilege of working together in a field white for the harvest, and that they could officially become part of the Free Methodist Church.
Here’s an excerpt from the testimony of one of our leaders, who came to Jesus while in a refugee camp.
“My life got worse and worse. I watched the Christians. They were happy and peaceful. But when I looked at my life it was so bad. I thought, ‘If Christianity is so bad why are their lives so good?’ But I continued to torment them, even playing cassettes loudly while they were having their worship services.
“One Sunday I took my Bible to church and told Brother K that today I had come to believe. Before, I didn’t know how to smile; I was full of hatred. When I believed, a heavy stone was lifted. As I left the meeting I smiled for the first time and thought, ‘Thank you Jesus, I know how to smile. You are the door.’ I was so excited. Now I could love children, and served in the children’s ministry.
“I wanted to learn English but the words just spun before my eyes. I also wanted to quit smoking but continued to beg half-cigarettes. One night I climbed up into the third level bunks and asked Brother K, ‘Please pray for me. I want to quit smoking and I want to be able to learn English.’ I didn’t hear any of the words he said, but I believed. That very evening, I was miraculously freed from smoking. I had no desire immediately. And I could learn English.
“In 1996 I was repatriated and was immediately put in prison. I stayed there for four years. In the police vehicle there were two chairs. I was terrified. Then I heard Jesus speak: ‘You sit in that chair and I’ll sit in this one. Wherever you are, I will be there.’”
Please lift up our brothers and sisters in Vietnam in your prayers – they continue to face intense persecution. Also remember our leader in another nearby country where ministry doors have just opened. Our prayers are with you each day.
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