Helping Hurting People

June 25, 2012

Helping Hurting People

            Being a missionary is exiting.  One never knows what a day or a week will bring forth.  I’d like to tell you about three different people we had the privilege of helping one week.

One Thursday morning I went to visit Ilda.  She came from the poorest home in our church at that time.  She was the mother of five children.  Her husband was most often out of work.  The husband of one of her daughters left her so she and her two children were living with them also.  I doubt if Ilda ever lived in a house with anything more than a dirt floor.  She always had a sweet testimony in spite of all the abuse and hardship she suffered.  She had missed church for three weeks so I thought I better call on her.  When I got there her husband met me and brought a chair for me to sit on in the front yard.  In a few moments Ilda came hobbling out.  It was obvious that she was in pain.  She had tears in her eyes. They said she had been down in bed for two weeks with a severe pain in her hip and leg.  No one had bothered to come and tell us.  They had taken her to the doctor once.  He said she had rheumatism and prescribed some shots.  Her husband had been out of work for three weeks so they had no money to buy the medicine.  They went to several charity outlets before they found it.  Even then, it didn’t seem to help much.  I prayed with her and offered to take her to the hospital early the next morning.  I ask them to send someone to our house late that afternoon if they wanted me to come and get her the next morning.  No one came, so Margaret went to visit her the next afternoon.  She found her some better.

On Wednesday evening of that week we had a visitor in our service.  We have the custom of asking all the adults to share prayer requests after the service.  Our visitor, a lady in her 40’s, shared a sad story.  She said some people had moved into her house without permission.  She had no money to hire a lawyer to get them out.  She also said her mother had burned to death about two years previously.  She wanted someone to call on her.  Margaret and I went to visit her the next afternoon, but we didn’t find her home.  Sunday morning, after prayer time, Margaret went again.  She shared the plan of salvation with her but she wasn’t ready to accept the Lord.  She said she often had trouble sleeping because of all she had been through.  She was back in church that evening and was one of  two who raised their hands for salvation.

The other one who raised his hand for salvation was Andrew, a man who was blind and nearly deaf.  He lived in a rest home in our neighborhood.  We picked him up in the van along with another lady who lived there.  The only way to communicate with him was to shout in his ear.  When he got to church we put head phones on him and used an amplifier so he could hear the service.  When he first started coming he said he was saved so we took his word for it.  That Sunday night he raised his hand for salvation.  After the service I took the microphone in my hand and went over the plan of salvation with him.  He said he had never put his faith in Christ for salvation.  That night he prayed and Ask Jesus to save him.

Margaret talked with the other lady again after church.  She still wasn’t ready to be saved but she cleared up some doubt she had in her mind.  Ilda was in church again that day.  She was enough improved to be able to walk about a block to where we could pick her up in our van.

Being a missionary is exciting.  We work with people who need us, but even more, they need the gospel we have to offer them.  Helping people who are hurting is what it’s all about.  There are millions more just like these who need help.  If God is calling you to help by praying or giving, don’t say no.  If he is calling you to go and give the gospel to hurting people, don’t say no to that either.  Some day we will have to give account for what we have done to help these hurting people.  What will you say in that day?

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