The past three weeks or so I have been in Nicaragua. I don't know where to begin explaining how wonderful it was. I fell in love with the church members that I worked with while I was there and I want to go back.
One experience that sticks out in my mind happened about the middle of the second week of preaching. It was Carsten's night to preach at our site. When he was done preaching (and he did a great job, praise God) the pastor had an altar call for baptism. There was one baptism already planned that night, but after the altar call a man made a decision for Christ that night and got baptized then and there. The cool thing is that the man is the father of the translator at our site. The translator, Yaizel, had been praying for her father for twenty-five years and he had not yet chosen to make that commitment to Christ. But now he has and all I can say is praise God because that was nothing that anyone of us did that night. It was the working of the Holy Spirit on the heart. God blessed abundantly while we were down there. I'm so glad that I went.
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