Rice Fields

Yesterday, pastor Benji, a fellow believer named Cita, and myself set out to do visitation for the church we are looking to start. There was a gentleman and his family they knew who needed to hear about Christ. We ended up walking through a large rice field. Several times while falling into the water and mud I thought about the cost of the gospel. Sure I was only simply getting dirty and could easily wash it off, but how much more our Savior endured and sacrificed for us. He experienced death. This weighed heavy on me knowing the cost of the gospel and the responsibility we carry to share it with others.We eventually reached the straw nipa hut after trekking through what seemed like a puzzle maze. There we met the father Rudy, his brother J.R., and his daughter Dahlia. We carried on conversations getting to know each other and explained the reason of our visit. We were able to share the gospel with them. Each one of them wanted to accept Christ! It never gets old to experience the joy of sharing what Christ did for us. Rudy, had many questions about the gospel because previously he was part of a church that did not believe in Christ being the only way. He explained the concerns and differences of his previous religion to what he was hearing now. Before, the emphasis was how much money one could give and being able have the most beautiful church in order for them to go to heaven. Thankful that God does not require this for salvation but that it is a free gift, not of works! (Ephesians 2:8-9)

Cita leading the way through the rice field.

               Dahlia, Rudy, J.R., Benji