I am proudly Jehovah's tool

There is a certain Devine intervention that is realised when time is spent solely for spiritual things.


I write this on the eve of our last day out in unassigned and as we slowly prepare to make the 7+ hour trip back home to the mess we call life. Here, we all have been blessed with experiences and near tears stories that will stick with us for months to come. We have met spiritually thirsty people that have gone a long way in reminding us the reason why we keep on with this work even though at times it seems a little bit over done with door slams and snide remarks in mind.

There is a lady that stands out particularly when I think of this place. We met her a few years back when upon seeing us making our way down some dusty path had tears streaming down her face. We are the people that remind her of a life she once had way back in her native land. The tears are because she has now long left this course due to a new country and bad experiences that shook her relationship with the Almighty. She cries too because she now has walked into a path that not even she knows how to walk away from. We had the unfortunate experience of seeing a glimpse of that path when we tried to encourage her to start studying again and she had this thing shout and scream at us – against her will. I nearly fell off my chair realising in all my 11 years baptised that the stories were real…

(we really do have a strong opposer out there who is at near panic when realising that his time really is running out)

This lady crosses our path again this year when she now happily welcomes us to her house because even though the fight is not over, the willing spirit is still there. This fighting spirit burns on even though she has to put up with unexplained presences and sickening dreams… and yet she carries on fighting while clinging to this NAME that reigns above all else.

I take a moment to reflect on what this has done for my own struggles with the effects of this system of things. It all seems mundane when out here actually. The people here open their eyes wide when we tell of a new world that promises to wash away all these things. They frown and eventually smile when they realise heaven is not as promised or even that hell is some fairytale. I take a deep breath and realise that I love this job.

Today we met a lady that had a really sad story to tell (queue in the tears). Coming from a place that hurts when shunned by “worshipers” and having begged a long time to learn of this God she has been told is all good. We met her by chance. A few scriptures later [and a couple of sniffles] – she desperately asks “where do I find such people like you?”

Bring in more pulls to the heart when the only answer we can give her is a promise that MAYBE we may return in a year’s time or that she should try the addresses behind all the literature we have emptied out our bags to give her. She appreciates the Watchtower like gold and holds the Worship the only true God book tightly as she promises to read these (and the AWAKE we couldn’t resist giving as well). As we leave where she was, I silently plead Jehovah to please watch over her and protect the seed we have planted. Who knows, we may just be holding her hand into the new system very soon!

The stories are many and the smiles we have in telling them have reignited a burning urge within. How do you react to meeting a man on the dusty road one scorching afternoon that literally quoted from the Knowledge book that he once had and was reading before it was stolen from him? I believe the stolen story based on the precise quotes from it and the pleadings for a new copy if we have one. While scratching around for a copy, we offer to him the Bible Teach book which he accepts but carries on to ask about that brownish covered book that he yearns for. In his words he says “because it is that truth that will defiantly lead me to everlasting life”. Would you argue with such pleadings? We luckily locate a copy and man you should have seen how washed my heart was with joy on seeing him almost skip away in joy at being reunited with that book!

Coming back to the small table where I sit to write this, my heart smiles at the sound of the new friendships forged with the fellow 10 brothers and sisters I am here with.

Wow! Tomorrow we leave.

What a week it has been. I feel the familiar burning in my eyes when I realise what a true blessing this week has been. No more tears I have promised myself. I cant help think back on the public talk and Watchtower study we had for the 30 in attendance and at the group study we had today shoulder to shoulder with the small group here that have made it a point to meet up and study some of the literature we left them with. None of them are baptised but each one through their walks in life have had a taste of this “pure language” we speak. After the concluding prayer, we sing 3 maybe 4 songs from our personal copies of the song books we will be leaving behind with them since we have none for them then. They smile as we sing these songs they have never heard but immediately love since they praise our loving God.

Wow! Tomorrow we leave…

I love the provision Jehovah has made to reach all sorts of people with these news. Its an amazing God that we worship and I pray that when we make our final calls tomorrow on the not nearly enough attempts we have made to the few that we could reach, that he look after the hope we have planted and ask that he please bless the honest attempts of the people we leave who shall carry on to search for the truths we have given them a taste of.

This week, I have allowed myself to be a tool for such an amazing service and as I get back to the mess that is my world, I do so with a renewed conviction to hold firmly on to Jehovah’s hand and allow him to lead continuously…

And after all is said and done, I cannot wait to tell Mr Man about my new stories…