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Don’t Look This Way
CENTRAL ASIA — Crossworld worker Vicky sat in the back of the car (women never sit in the front) and tried not to make eye contact with her male driver, Wasim, on the short drive back to her house.
“I’ve been reading your holy book,” Wasim said without turning around. “Your husband gave me a copy a few weeks ago, and I can’t get enough of it.”
Vicky sat up straighter in the back seat.
“I want to become a good person like the believers I know,” Wasim continued. “When I become a good person, I hope I can become a believer.”
The next words burst suddenly from Vicky’s mouth — a verse she had memorized in the local language years ago. “If you confess with your mouth that Jesus is God, and if you believe in your heart that God raised Him from the dead, you are saved.”
A few questions and a few turns down the dusty road later, Wasim finally grasped what “becoming a believer” means: knowing he isn’t good but trusting that Jesus is. As they pulled up to Vicky’s driveway, she lingered another two minutes to pray with Wasim.
“I believe! I am a believer!” Wasim exclaimed, his face flushed. He looked ready to both shout and sob at the same time. Vicky, too, felt the excitement of the moment, but they had to stay solemn-faced as onlookers craned their necks to see why the foreign woman was still in the car talking to her male driver.
“Congratulations, my new brother!” Vicky said, still careful not to make eye contact. “I’m so happy for you. Praise be to God!”
With her exit from the car already overdue, Vicky said goodbye to Wasim. He drove away as she stepped inside the gate, eager to tell her husband what God had done.
Italicized names were changed to protect identity.
“I’ve been reading your holy book,” Wasim said without turning around. “Your husband gave me a copy a few weeks ago, and I can’t get enough of it.”
Vicky sat up straighter in the back seat.
“I want to become a good person like the believers I know,” Wasim continued. “When I become a good person, I hope I can become a believer.”
The next words burst suddenly from Vicky’s mouth — a verse she had memorized in the local language years ago. “If you confess with your mouth that Jesus is God, and if you believe in your heart that God raised Him from the dead, you are saved.”
A few questions and a few turns down the dusty road later, Wasim finally grasped what “becoming a believer” means: knowing he isn’t good but trusting that Jesus is. As they pulled up to Vicky’s driveway, she lingered another two minutes to pray with Wasim.
“I believe! I am a believer!” Wasim exclaimed, his face flushed. He looked ready to both shout and sob at the same time. Vicky, too, felt the excitement of the moment, but they had to stay solemn-faced as onlookers craned their necks to see why the foreign woman was still in the car talking to her male driver.
“Congratulations, my new brother!” Vicky said, still careful not to make eye contact. “I’m so happy for you. Praise be to God!”
With her exit from the car already overdue, Vicky said goodbye to Wasim. He drove away as she stepped inside the gate, eager to tell her husband what God had done.
Italicized names were changed to protect identity.
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