Police Church

Never walked so much.
Never sweat so much.
Never preached the gospel so much in my entire life.

Blessed to be able to say all those things.

Last Sunday, i was given the opportunity to share at Church in Nagaland. Later that afternoon i was able to share again at 3pm at their weekly youth service. There were two youth there who invited me to preach across town later that night. As soon as youth was over, 8 of us piled into a very small vehicle and headed across town. To my surprise, we pulled up to the police station, where i had been deported at. The first thing i though was.. 'they set me up, im gonna be arrested again.' But that was not the case. We were escorted into the police compound (where all the police officers and their families live). I was brought into a large building where about 50 or so youth were waiting. These were all the kids of the police officers. They asked me if i would share something with the youth. David looked at me and laughed. 'This is a miracle, i don't understand any of this. This is your purpose for being here,' he told me. I got up and was able to preach the gospel to these youth for about 45 minutes. I shared my testimony as well as challenged them in their walk with Christ. Many of those youth gave their life to Christ that night. It was the most amazing moment of my life to know that God had taken me through that police station two weeks earlier, after being deported, and brought me back to that same exact place to preach the gospel.


I'm speechless at how awesome God is.

Next post: The Great Escape.