We had an appointment in this 10/40 window village, and no one knew but the Lord. As evangelism is illegal here, our team strategically separated into groups of two (to appear less obvious) as we walked around and prayed for people. Javen was paired with another believer, and while they had climbed to a high point, overlooking the little town to pray, Javen felt inspired to ask him, "What is the first name that comes to your mind as we pray here?" Without hesitation, he replied, "Mustafa". With excitement, Javen said, "Let's go find Mustafa." They didn't know who it would be, but God did. They came upon an open air market, and as they walked by one shop that had two men sitting in it, Javen said, "I think we need to go back to that shop. I feel like God is saying that Mustafa is in there." Upon entering the shop, the believer he was partnered with asked, "Which one of you is Mustafa?" One of the two men who was drinking tea said, "That's me. I'm Mustafa."
They proceeded to share with him how they had come to know that a man named Mustafa was in that shop, that the Lord of heaven had pointed them in his direction, as only He could have known. Many seeds were planted in Mustafa's life over the course of the next hour of conversation. And in a place where many are against hearing the Gospel, God made an incredible display of His love with one of His lost sons.
I am reminded of the beautiful words from Psalm 23, "You prepare a table before me in the midst of my enemies". We walk in the midst of hostility, yet the enemy of our souls is made to watch, as the Creator of our souls prepares the table of fellowship for us, His kids. He invites us to feast with Him, so that we may experience His love and restore us from our brokenness.
