The 
                          Harvest is Plentiful: Ministry Somewhere in Asia.  
                        Summer2004 
                         
                        By 
                          KT (The Bridge Church & University of 
                          Alberta BSM, Edmonton)  
                         A 
                          dust devil blew through the small army tent, quickly 
                          covering us with a layer of sand and debris. The nine 
                          of us sat quietly, enjoying the shade from the scorching 
                          sun. Surrounded once again by the history which millions 
                          of believers read about in Scripture, the scene was 
                          unreal. Here, where the Scripture comes alive and where 
                          the gospel originated, the people have never heard. 
                          "This is likely the largest group of believers that 
                          has ever been here," one of the workers commented. In 
                          recent years the local mosque had become much more evangelistic, 
                          and with no workers in the area, the local people followed 
                          blindly. We prayed that barriers would be broken down 
                          and that the truth may quickly spread among the people 
                          in this isolated village.  
                        My 
                          journey to... in 2004 began over two years 
                          ago with a pilgrimage to Israel in 2002. Seeing for 
                          the first time the stories which plague our news stations 
                          in North America altered both my focus in life and my 
                          Christian walk. The people, on both sides of the conflict, 
                          long for peace and freedom from oppression. Yet, the 
                          peace and freedom which they long for will not last. 
                          Judaism and Islam both have their roots in the lands 
                          where Jesus once walked, yet when they read Moses, "a 
                          veil lies over their heart" (2 Corinthians 3.15).  
                        In 
                          the summer of 2004, the God opened the door so that 
                          I could continue to labor in the area, beginning 
                          to learn Arabic and once again be absorbed into a very 
                          different culture. With 12 other workers, we had the 
                          task of making contact with men and women who could 
                          not speak English, who had never met a Christian, and 
                          who had never seen a Bible. The enormity of the task 
                          and the complete inadequacy of our service quickly became 
                          evident. Seeds can't be planted until stones are first 
                          removed, and daily new stones became evident. 
                          
                         
                        Yet 
                          daily seeing the women who were veiled was a constant 
                          reminder of the veil that lay over their heart, motivating 
                          myself and the others on the team to press on. Each 
                          day, my ministry became more and more focused on prayer, 
                          because it became continually more evident that I was 
                          incapable of ministering there; praying for the door 
                          to be opened to speak forth the truth which we have 
                          been entrusted with, praying for wisdom in how to speak, 
                          praying for boldness for laborers, and praying for more 
                          laborers to come to the harvest. 
                          
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