In the Puyupungo Dedication service last week, Patricia, whom I affectionately call “Pati”, came to the altar to pray at invitation. She’s 14 years old, and loves helping out at the church, whatever she can do. But when I began to pray with her, God put on my heart how things looked to her. And I began to say, “God, I’m sure in Patricia’s young mind, she never could have imagined that there would be a church here in her Indian community, so far back. She never could have dreamed that one day, You’d send a white man and woman from thousands of miles away to find her here way back in the jungle, and they’d tell her about a man called Jesus who loved her so much that He gave His life on a cross to save her. Lord, Patricia never knew this story, never knew this love. But now, because all of this has happened, her life is completely different that she ever knew it could be. Thank you Lord for sending us to find Pati. Thank you for changing her life.”
As I spoke these words in her ears in prayer, her sobs became uncontrollable. And she was saying, “Yes, Lord. I never imagined it. Yes, Lord, I know YOUR love now”.
And when we dismissed service, she immediately came up to me, hugging me tightly and saying, “Thank you, Sister Susan. Thank You. ” But I said, “Thank you, Jesus. Thank you.”
Beyond her wildest dreams, but it has come to pass in her life. Because now, Pati really does know God’s love.