This is a real-life story of recent events from one of the local Mahabba groups in the Network. Names and details have been deliberately removed to protect the identity of those involved, but praise God - he is working in the lives of Muslims to reveal Jesus!
How beautiful are the shoes
I recently bought a pair of shoes.
I learnt many, many years ago that most shoes were not designed for feet like mine.
I have learnt to always look for wide fitting lace-ups of a particular design because I know I can't get into anything else.
I have never, ever, found slip-on shoes that fit me.
However, as I hobbled about clumsily in a narrow doorway trying to unlace my shoes to enter the home of a Muslim neighbour, I thought it is time to find some slip-ons.
There are so many opportunities and my footwear is a hindrance. It felt like a prompt from the Lord.
I suppressed my revulsion for shopping, girded up my faith and went hunting. I found just one pair that I could get on. Praise God, I now have my ministry shoes for my not so beautiful feet.
I put my shoes to use last night.
I was going to visit a Syrian refugee family to let them know to expect the delivery of second-hand settee.
On the way I met a different family returning from the shops and was pressed to join them for some real Arab coffee.
I stayed with them for about 45 minutes. Drank authentic Arab coffee.
This was the family that had joined as twice when we had open air church in the park.
The head of the family had accepted an English-Arabic New Testament.
Round the corner I found the other family along with their visitors.
I stayed about 20 minutes, drank more Arab coffee.
And I came home happy.