by a Pioneer in Southeast Asia

Last week I stopped by Grandpa Syaiful’s house. As I got off my motorbike, they told me, “Grandpa Syaiful isn’t with us anymore. The night you came to the hospital…he died at 3am. He was going to have the operation at 8am.” Grandma came out and wept some. They told me, “Even though Grandpa is gone. Keep coming here. You are like family.”

That evening as the sun set, I rode the 10 minute ride down the mountain. I felt like I hadn’t done enough to tell Grandpa about how he could “live forever.” I had shared some of my testimony, but as far as I know Grandpa Syaiful died without ever having a clear presentation of the gospel. Who else would have told him? There are none who know Him in his village.

That night I had dinner with my neighbor, who happens to be a counselor and is a brother. He reassured me that my coworker and I did the right thing when we visited the family. We should just keep being their true friend—regardless of if they ever make a decision. Then, as they ask me questions about my life, I can share. Which, thankfully they did ask the other day.

Please ask that He would provide doors for us to share among our dear friends here.