And my faith was far too small.
About halfway through the week Andrew and I were walking with our two translators (one of which was about to be picked up in an hour and go home because he was feeling really sick) across the neighborhood that we were working in when we passed a soccer field. We had passed this field many times before but today the schools had been closed, so there were several teenage guys doing what they had learned and had practiced every chance they got since they could walk: play soccer.
I looked down onto that soccer field and thought that these guys were really passionate about their soccer game and there would be no chance that they would ever want to listen to us. But Andrew looked down and saw instead of a soccer field, a harvest field.
So he led us onto the field to interrupt their game to offer a challenge to the unwilling listeners. We will play them a game to 5. If we won, they would listen to what we had to say, and if they won, we would leave.
Team Jesus: Andrew (who is an athletic baseball player), two native translators (one who is sick and goes home later), myself (who thinks this will end up in us doing the walk of shame), and one of their friends who they wouldn't let on their team and we called him off the sidelines to join our team.
Team Harvestfield: 6-7 Bolivian teenagers who have been playing and perfecting soccer since forever.
It truly looked like a David and Goliath situation. We creamed them. It was amazing to watch our ragged team beat their rugged one. And instead of us doing the walk of shame, we walked them through the story of the gospel and lead every one of them to Christ.
We should not have won that game. In fact we probably shouldn't have interrupted their game. But the love of Christ prevailed. is prevailing. and will prevail forever.
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