Latter Rain

Much like the seeds we sow in a garden beneath the earth's soil, are the seeds we sow in the hearts of those around us. Once they're planted, we can't see what's happening below the surface until life breaks through.

On November 17, the same day our son Luka prayed to receive Jesus, I also received a very special invitation. The call was from Cristina, the mother of two English students of mine, Federica and Francesca. You can imagine my surprise since we hadn't spoken in more than a year, when she had come in place of her daughter for a lesson. That became an opportunity to talk about Jesus and the Bible. But this call was a request for me to speak at her Catechism class.

This distinct privilege was lived out on November 24, when I stepped into the room of 25-plus kids, ages 10-13 with three teachers and another guest. The whole hour was mine, and God worked mightily. I was able to share my testimony, tell the whole gospel according to grace, read the Scriptures and explain their meaning, field various questions and, to pray for and WITH the class AND teachers afterwards. 

Many other precious details must be excluded for time here. But that I would be graced with such an opportunity like this in the city of Treviso, is...unequivocally...a bonafide miracle! 

And today, Cristina came to our house again for a casual visit. Our time ended with her keen desire to join us for our church service at Calvary Chapel Treviso as soon as her Sunday commitments to the Catechism class are over, after the New Year. She is also ready to visit one of our weekly and monthly women's groups. 

All this is the fruit of seeds which I thought had fallen on the wayside and been devoured by the birds of the air. But here we are, watching the harvest of the latter rain begin (James 5:7). Keep Cristina, her family and her class in prayer.

To God be the glory!