“…and also for me, that words may be given to me in opening my mouth boldly to proclaim the mystery of the gospel.”- Ephesians 6:19
“ZEEERO serving ZEROOO,” I shouted with passion as I went to serve the first volley of the night. Fortunately for our team my killer serve surprised the other team, as they all rushed to combat my “power”…Okay, so for those of you who know me, know I’m actually terrible at Volleyball, but still. As the other team hit the ball it rolled down the parking lot near a bench where three beautiful Somali girls sat. I asked if they wanted to join us and overjoyed they rushed over to the volleyball court( despite the fact that they all had on long beautiful dresses, and the sand was wet and grimy, to say the least). It wasn’t long before their family and friends peered from around the corner. A brigade of about 20 children sprinted over, at full speed.They tackled the ball, did cartwheels around the court, build sand castle structures, braided my hair and took photographs of us like the paparazzi.
We spent the remainder of that night playing with the children and discussing Christ with the teenagers and their parents. All of our Somali friends are Muslim, so as most of you probably know they do believe in Jesus. However, they believe that Jesus was a Profit…not God. We explained to them what we believed the gospel is. We believe Jesus came from Heaven, as God, humbling himself to our little world. We explained that he lived an absolutely perfect life, sin free. We believe Jesus sacrificed himself for our sakes. We believe that because of our sin we deserve punishment, dealth and Hell… but because of Jesus’ sacrifice the debt of our sin has been paid for, on the cross. None of our sweet friends said much about the things we said, but they all listened attentively. The next evening Jonathan, Ronnie, Josh and Mia and myself met them back at the same park and bought them all pizza. They were all so thankful and taken back by this kind gesture. ” We LOVE the cheese pizza! Why did Jonathan get us this? We don’t understand.” One of the children asked me repeatedly. ” We just love you , that’s all!” I told her as she hugged me tightly.
That evening, one of the teenage girls invited us back to her home to meet her entire family. We were honored to be able to pray with them that night. Some of our Somali friends have since attended bible studies with us. Others have asked extremely profound “faith questions, as well as hangups within the Muslim faith. We are excited to begin life long friendships with our Somali friends and continually bless them and share truth with them.
“Salvation belongs to our God,
who sits on the throne,
and to the Lamb.” –Revelation 7:9-10