I remember sitting on the floor in that home thinking how little I know of sacrifice. Jiwan got up to share the gospel, and I half-listened to words I couldn’t understand while I looked around at the people. Some were hearing about the gift of salvation for the first time. Some were believers, thankful for the chance to hear the message again, praying for the lost ones sitting beside them.
The home we were in belonged to two believers from Damak, Nepal. After they had both come to know the Lord, they decided sharing the gospel was worth more than her gold, so they sold it all. We were sitting against the green walls of an open porch they’d built with the money–built so they’d have a place to call others to come and hear.
I was sweating pretty badly that day. They say we girls glisten? Not true. At least not in…
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