A small group of ladies and children sat on the hill up from our house talking about Mata. I had been friends with Mata, but hadn’t seen her much since she married into another village a few years back. The news had come from that direction that she was very sick, and not two hours later another messenger brought the news that she was gone. The news hit hard for Joey and I, knowing that she had moved away before the Bible teaching had happened here. She had not been able to come, living with her new family in a village several days hike away that speaks a different language. Times like these feel so crushing….
I sat on the hill and chatted with the ladies, talking about Mata’s little son, and who would take him now. I lamented that Mata had been gone for the Evangelism lessons. Mata’s Aunt Eson peered into my sad face with her steady dark eyes. “But she did hear,” she told me. “Last time she visited, she was staying with her parents. I told her God’s story. Her brother, Mark, also spent time telling her what God’s Words says, just how like we learned in the Bible lessons. We told her, and she believed. She is with God now. I miss her, but we will see her again.” How wonderful to hear that the Gospel goes forth, not just trained teachers outreaching to entire communities, but individual believers passing on what they have learned as they see need and have opportunity. Eson and Mark and so many other believers here know the truth, and reached out with it to Mata.
Our tears have turned to joy.
Thank you everyone who is praying for the believers here; rejoice with us!
For His Glory,
Joey and Brooke Tartaglia