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A Word In Season

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I went to visit a Kazak family. Eric asked me over a year ago to visit his parents. He is the youngest of several children and his parents want to send him to Kazakstan for university, something Eric does not want to do. His family are Kazak and they live about 10 kms from the town. A local friend came with me. I never visit a Kazak family alone; it is not wise for many reasons, one being safety.

His attention was glued to the message, leaning close to the player to hear every word.

I had risen early in the morning and spent a precious time with my Lord. I decided to take a GRN 'Good News' Kazak cassette and some Christian texts in Kazak. As we arrived and entered the house, we found the father of the family on his prayer mat. He rose and greeted us. Mother was busy cooking and there was already a great spread of Kazak fancies on a low table where we were asked to sit. We were soon all sipping milk tea.

We talked about many things. The father told me that, by the way I spoke, he thought that I must be a Christian because I had 'Jesus spirit'. I agreed that I did have the 'Jesus spirit'. He told me he belonged to Islam and that he didn't know 'Jesus spirit'. I truly believe that the Lord enabled me and opened my mouth, as the Kazaks listened and understood every word of my limited Mongolian language. My friend made no effort to translate, as she often does, from my Mongolian into Torgood.

I told of how God healed me of liver disease two years before I came to Mongolia. The father asked how he could know my God. I reached for the cassette tape and gave it to him. He immediately asked for the player and started to listen. His attention was glued to the message, leaning close to the player to hear every word. When a family member interrupted him he told them to be quiet! It was a wonder to watch and it was a great encouragement to my friend. There was no writing on the cassette cover but he wanted it and asked where could he get one for himself.

We ate sweet Kazak cooked beef and sweets washed down with milk tea. A family friendship had begun. When it was time to go, Eric's mother gave us chocolates, artificial flowers and a beautiful piece of Kazak embroidery. I gave the cassette and texts to the father. He held out both hands, lowered his head and gave thanks. I was moved to the core.

As for future contact: there are the family photos I need to show them and so I pray for another 'word in season' and a growing of our friendship.

Thank you GRN! Thank you J... !

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