Another entry from my journal when I was in Niger in 2009:
Saturday, June 20, 2009 – 3:15 pm.
As usual, we went to the university to witness. I found out that there are almost 12,000 students and only enough women to fill two dorms. So, our time is spent in those two places.
Our first room on Thursday we met with a girl named Amina. She was pretty nice, kind of shy. A male friend of hers came in and I was afraid he might be Muslim, but he wasn’t. They listened to my testimony and Saratou (our national) presented the four spiritual laws. They had a lot of questions and seemed really interested. The guy actually seemed more interested than the girl. They didn’t make a decision. The guy said it was a very important decision and that he needed time. So, we left him with some information. I felt good about what we accomplished!
The next room was Jamila. She had a room to herself. She was very pretty and had nice clothes. It made me wonder about her story and where she came from. I gave my testimony, Kaeli read the four spiritual laws and Jamila accepted Christ! This time I could really feel the Holy Spirit. I think Christ will do great things in Jamila.
It really made me think about the stigma attached to Christians in the U.S.- that we’re all weird or that loving Jesus isn’t cool. These people don’t think that. I’m amazed at how quickly they accept Jesus. Then I realized, many of them have never even heard of Jesus until we bring Him to them. I forget that while Americans often know about Jesus, they don’t accept Him, while many African people haven’t even heard of Jesus.
We returned to the office for lunch. OK. Let me vent for a moment. Lunch is GROSS. We have same weird stew every day, it’s just always poured over something new. On Thursday, it was couscous. Yuck! I ate out a few chunks of meat, but that was it. We are all pretty sick of the same lunch every day.
After lunch we went to the bank to exchange money, and then we rested for a bit before returning to the office.
Let me explain how they pray here. Apparently it is a Korean style of praying. The pastor might say, “We will pray for thanks for what God did at last night’s film showings.” And everyone will pray out loud at the same time. Then he’ll say, “Now we will pray for protection at tonight’s showings.” And we pray out loud again. We’ll pray about five or six times like that and then the pastor will close. It’s odd.
Anyways, for the Jesus Film showing I ended up with the group that really was in a village. Wow. Talk about a VILLAGE. It was way out-of-town. The kids were totally different from the last place. These kids were filthy. But, they were much more needy and loving. They held our hands and were obsessed with our white skin. They kept wanting to touch our skin. These kids were much darker than the other bunch.
One little girl who kept holding my hand was covered in some sort of skin disease. It looked really awful, but she wanted to hold my hand so bad. Maybe I shouldn’t have, but I felt safe. I knew she needed love and I believed that God would protect me from whatever was on her skin.
Before the film we met Steve, the village pastor. He is 29 years old, single and adorable! He was so sweet and knew quite a bit of English. He wanted to show us his house, which he said was close. We walked. It was REALLY far away. At least a mile or two walk in the sand. And we had about 40 kids following us!
I got to know Steve pretty well. We exchanged email addresses. It was weird because he was very modern in his clothes, and yet he talked about the tribe he came from. All the guys in our group from the college were from tribes, too.
The showing (all four reels) went OK. There were a couple hundred there. A lot of people laughed at some of the things Jesus said in the movie. I don’t know why.
After the film we stood in a circle and held hands to pray. As we did, I could feel someone tugging at the flashlight tied around my wrist. Kids were also trying to get into my backpack with held my camera, passport, etc. Just as the prayer ended, my flashlight was gone. I saw the boys sprint off. The pastor felt awful. He said he would get it back but I said not to worry about it. But sure enough, he got it back to me the next day! And the rope that was with it around my wrist was CUT. The kids had used a knife to cut it off of my wrist!