Hope For Afghanistan
Hearts Open To The Good News In Afghanistan
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I had a plan to go to a Province to bring help to the people who were affected by the recent earthquakes and to also meet the people who were deported from Pakistan and Iran.
I arrived on November 28, and the next day, I went to a village affected by earthquakes; it took one hour to get to the village.
I saw people living in tents outside. Almost all the mud houses were demolished.
“It was around 11:30 am when something like a strong wind came, and the ground shook, collapsing the whole village—another earthquake. Only a few people survived, and I am still thinking whether I am lucky to have been among them.
I was working outside that morning and had gone home to have lunch. Just as I was about to return to work, the earthquake struck. I wanted to run outside but was trapped when a wall fell on me. My sisters tried to run, but the roof collapsed on them.
I shouted, and people came to pull me out. My sisters were all dead by the time they were pulled from under the debris. I lost consciousness, and when I woke up, I was at the hospital with bandages and an IV. That’s when I realized what had happened. “I still hear the tremors in my head,” one of the villagers said. I was released soon and returned to serving those in need.
We had food and tents to distribute.
After we shared what we had to give, the villagers invited us to have tea inside the tent; I heard shocking stories from the other men sitting next to me.
I found the opportunity to share the good news with the villagers and prayed for them; they were so grateful for our sympathy.
In the city, I met many deportees, primarily young people. They were deported from Iran and Pakistan and had nothing to eat or to wear – just the clothes on their backs.
In front of the main bus terminal, I met a 30-year-old man walking; he had no money to go home, desperately asking people to buy his power bank so he could go home.
He was telling me stories of how the Iranian police caught him and kicked him out of the country. He used to work on a cow farm, and the police didn't let him take his clothes from the room.
I just gave him some money to get to his home; he was so excited and hugged me. He had tears running from his eyes. The gospel was shared with him and other deportees in the city, and I am proud to be a servant of the Lord Jesus Christ.
Praying that many others in the city can receive the Word and that a church can be planted in the village.
Soon, I plan to celebrate the birth of our Lord Jesus Christ with other brothers and sisters.
So, it is time to say Thank you again for your prayers and support. Have a very merry Christmas and a blessed New Year.
Your friend in Afghanistan
If you would like to support this man's efforts to share Christ with his neighbors, friends and others in Afghanistan, please donate below. He continues to travel the country sharing God's love with those he meets each day. It is difficult for him to stay in one place as the current regime is not favorable to the calling to share the good news in their country.
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