Posted in General Articles by Aaron Darlington on 1/29/2010
"I am in San José, Costa Rica, following God on an individual missions
calling. This is my first time going to the mission field alone,
independently, without any organization or friendly English speakers to
accompany me. From the very start it's proven to be much more difficult
than I had expected, but at the same time, I love it...
...I've gone from suggesting a single word in English to being promoted
in business negotiations as a personal consultant to becoming
intimately involved to the highest degree in this entire affair in
which the future of Latin America's inaugural health awareness programs
are at stake. Monday I'm even contacting the First Lady of Belize!"
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Posted in General Articles by Aaron Darlington on 1/20/2010
I spent from October 2008 to September 2009 following God around the world. I visited twenty countries, wrote over seventy stories, snapped thousands of photos, and fell madly in love with Jesus. Since then I have worked in the US and Central America in a variety of ministries. I have now begun to resume blogging as God has called me back to the mission field. I'm currently in Costa Rica, focusing on teaching about biblical manhood, revisiting the orphanage I fell in love with in Nicaragua, partnering with Vanguardia, continuing a ministry I started for my home church in Ohio, and making Jesus as famous as possible! I'm still a nobody trying to tell everybody about Somebody, but as I am no longer on the World Race, I have moved my blog and invite you to continue following me at http://aarondarlington.com
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Posted in General Articles by Aaron Darlington on 9/27/2009
"I desperately want to take hold of the growth I'm experiencing on
the mission field. I want to share my passion for the Bible with family
and friends. I want to spread my growing desire for intimacy with
Christ to the local churches. I can hardly wait to apply eleven months
of godly fellowship to my current and future relationships back home:
to better honor my family, to further challenge my friends, and to
better love my future wife..."
I meant every word from the bottom of my heart. Upon returning to the US, I've found that my personal mission field has done nothing but dramatically increase in size. I have more opportunities than ever before to serve. There are more chances to be a witness for Christ. There is a greater need for God's love and provision here and now than anywhere else I have ever been. By the grace of God, doors are being opened, venues are being forged, and relationships are being strengthened. My heart is beating a million beats per second at the name of my God! And you know what... thank you. Thank you for supporting me. Thank you for enabling this. Just as no part of the body can survive apart from the rest, and just as the heart cannot pump blood without receiving oxygen from the lungs, I would not be where I am now without your support.
There is no doubt in my mind the transformative power of the Holy Spirit. I've seen it. I've heard it. I've witnessed it, and I love talking about it. In fact, if right now perhaps you don't really know what to believe about Jesus Christ, I would drop everything to spend time with you, listen to you, and pray with you. Contact Me! The book of Psalms is full of men who, after personally experiencing God, are literally consumed with passion and want nothing more than to declare it to the nations. Some faith is blind, and I believe blind faith can be very dangerous, but I suggest to you that some faith is not. Faith itself carries with it the ideas of belief, trust, and commitment. The faith a husband has in his wife, for example, is not blind. He has seen the way she looks at him. He believes the vows she made him and delights in her promises. He has felt her warmth and remembers the times when she was there for him in the past. This is the kind of faith in Jesus Christ that I want to share.
In faith, I trust that Jesus Christ will build His church (Matthew 16:18), and that, in our age, the church is not a finished product, but a continual process. That being said, I believe the Holy Spirit is beginning a new movement in Lima, Ohio, or at least a new movement in my heart. I just want to offer whatever experience, whatever gift, whatever time, and whatever resource God has given me to this church that He is building, and I want to invite others to do the same. I've been praying a lot about this, and I believe God has laid some things on my heart. On October 4th I will be sharing about these things at Gardendale Church of God (in the morning and evening services). As usual, I'm terribly nervous. As usual, I feel terribly insufficient. And as usual, I need to give everything over to God and ask for your prayers once again in seeking His guidance, His direction, and His strength.
"Whatever you do, do all to the glory of God" (1 Corinthians 10:31).
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Posted in General Articles by Aaron Darlington on 9/6/2009
I am home. My father found me at the Dayton airport, and he didn't seem at all surprised when I introduced him to an elderly couple I met from Peru who spoke only Spanish. He wasn't phased when I explained their emergency and how they needed his cell phone. He didn't even wonder why I had a kazoo in my mouth or smelled like Dunkin' Donuts and Febreze. I could tell the only thing on his mind was letting me know how much he loved me.
I am home. I walked into my room and hardly recognized it, not because I've become so accustomed to the Third World, but because my mother had taken pictures from various blogs, printed them out, and beautifully framed them across my walls. And my bed was made.
I am home. Tears swelled up in my eyes as I praised God in an American church for the first time in a year. In the middle of the sermon, the pastor recognized me in the back and stopped everything to have the church welcome me home. In fact, this blog is perhaps a bit late... I have randomly shown up to a few places and freaked out people who hadn't been expecting me.
But I am home, and I am praying, and I am listening, and I am waiting. More to come...
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Posted in General Articles by Aaron Darlington on 8/18/2009
I've spent the final month of my World Race experience on Ometepe Island, Nicaragua, and I feel incredibly blessed. My heart has fully and wholly connected to the children, workers, and fellow missionaries at the orphanage here in Cicrin. I praise God for engineering the perfect capstone to conclude an unforgettable season of my life journey.
Here is Ometepe Island:
Here is the church:
Here is the view from my favorite hammock:
Living in an orphanage like Cicrin has presented a great and wonderful array of ministry opportunities. I haven't spent much time journaling, blogging, or e-mailing because I haven't wanted to miss a single moment. This month has quickly been turning into the happiest month of the entire race. Thank you for your prayers. God's love is more evident than ever here.
Like I mentioned before, ministry is a bit all over the place. I've been involved in everything from laying bricks in a septic tank to performing a waltz in front of the entire orphanage community. I've never danced so much in my life. We eat every meal with the kids, and I spend the majority of my free time with them, as well. The kids here have such big hearts, and I often feel like they minister to me more than I minister to them. Here are some more pictures:
    
I thank God for sharing this place and these people with me. After living with them, I've gotten a beautiful picture of the life here. They get it. The staff gets it. The director gets it. The children get it. The community gets it. It's such an encouragement to see an orphanage built upon Jesus Christ making such an impact in the lives of so many people, but I have sobering news. The Nicaraguan government doesn't want the kids at the orphanage any longer. It wants to place all of the children back into homes. While this can be a very good thing, many of the children have been placed back into the same abusive homes they were taken out of in the first place, and the abuse has continued. I'm not a social worker and I don't have any solutions, but I know the children need our prayers. These kids are so special...
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Posted in General Articles by Aaron Darlington on 7/29/2009
I left my heart in Obregon Village
Here's why:
We immediately fell in love with all of the village kids. After
three months in Europe, it was really nice going back to a place where
the kids were intensely fascinated by white skin, arm hair, our attention, and our affection.
Rodrigo, the cutest tyrant in the village, tried his best to frown the entire first day we arrived. By day 3, he was all smiles.
Olivia was one of the most playful girls I've ever met. She was so excited to take us up into the mountains, to the cave, the waterhole, and into the trees. She can also peel fruit with her teeth in ways I never imagined possible.
Alejandro became my shadow. When I was little, I would sit next to my dad at church and half-hold,
half-play with his hand. Instinctively, I held out my hand for
Alejandro when he sat next to me and he started doing the same. Every
service from then on he sat next to me to hold and play with my hand. I
was constantly reminded of my dad.
Their kind of relaxation really resonated well with me. I liked the hammocks so much I bought one!
My mom always took care of me. She played with my hair, scratched my back, and shared her love with me. Being able to do the same for these kids meant a lot. Here is little Lupita (Guadalupe), my favorite!
Lupita and Marta getting into trouble, like usual!
Víctor is my Spanish name... Olivia wrote on her hand, "My best friend
Víctor," with my pen on the last day before we had to say goodbyes...
ahhhhh. ¡Que triste!
Pastor Carlos, our contact, really made the entire thing possible. He was incredibly sweet, good-natured, and great with the kids. I really admired the way he led his church with humility and passion. And I had a ton of fun with him watching Mexico romp the US 5-0 in a soccer match. Incredibly, he predicted the 5-0 win, too! I rooted for the US until it became 0-4. At that point, I became a Mexican!
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Posted in General Articles by Aaron Darlington on 7/15/2009
Like Don Quixote, whenever he embarked upon a new adventure and felt the ribs of his faithful Rocinante under his heels, I feel exhilarated knowing Croatia is finally and firmly underfoot. God has truly ordained our footsteps and every detail has fallen perfectly into place. In fact, the specifics unfolding before us seem a bit, well... quixotic. Our contact, Tim, found a charming apartment that astonishingly fit into our meager budget for lodging. It has three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a balcony overlooking the gorgeous rocky coastlines of the Mediterranean. Our ministry primarily revolves around a hip club called Global Café, where Tim and his team of missionaries work. Street evangelism consists of walking the picturesque Riva, a strip of boardwalk on the coast of the Adriatic Sea, and promoting the club at the local high school and college (love it). Much of our relational evangelism consists of live music, karaoke, movie nights, playing cards, soccer matches, and video games.
Honestly, it reminds me a lot of home. The contrast between these past eight months of poverty and this one is incredible, but beneath all the luxury lies a subtle world of dangerous excess, and I walked right into it the very day I arrived. This is Neno.
Covered with tattoos and body piercings, he first greeted me with a playful smile and the flick of a cigarette. He was rough around the edges, but had the sort of character that betrayed a curious softness on the inside. These past two weeks I've spent a lot of time with him, and I've seen some really cool things happening. To be honest, though, I've heard some pretty disturbing things, too. He's given me permission to tell some of his testimony, but I hope you don't read this as just another story on paper. His struggles are very real, but we both hope that you see beyond them. The purpose of this writing is not to showcase a man, but to use a man's story to showcase something far greater.
"When I was 14 years old, I started smoking pot. I liked it because I could hang out with older guys who I looked up to. I felt mature and big. They told me I could learn how to sell drugs. They said I would get money, motorcycles, and girls, so I tried it. I became their son."
Over ten years later, Neno was smoking 15-20 joints of pot each day.
"I started carrying a knife when I was 14, and got into a lot of fights. I gained respect on the street. During the war years, the streets were especially dangerous, and when I was 15 or 16 I started carrying a gun. My father's monthly paycheck was like $400 USD per month, but I could make $1500 USD in a day from drugs and crime. I spent 100% of it on prostitutes, bikes, and more drugs. Through it all, I always felt I was missing something."
His mother died when he was four months old, and his dad never cared about his drug habits. He left home at 16 and never went back.
"My gang was untouchable. We'd hang out together all day, beating up people regularly, getting into fights every day, dealing and doing drugs. The temptations all around me were too much to pass up. We started doing criminal work, making businesses pay us to protect them. If they didn't pay, we'd tear up their place. I was doing steroids, getting big muscles, I had two pit bulls, shaved my head, got tattoos. It wasn't nice for people to see me. People passed on the other side of the street because no one could tell when I might hit somebody, so I kept up with the violence to keep my pride. When you have pride, you have everything on the street. You don't have to wait in line for bread."
It wasn't always glamorous for him, though. He once overdosed on 7-8 grams of cocaine and nearly died. This was the worst experience in his life, but not for the reason you
might expect. It was hell to him because he couldn't feed his addiction
to cocaine for those five days he spent in the hospital.
At this point in his life, it might seem like the right moment to introduce the hero of the story, but it didn't happen like that for Neno. Things continued to get worse before they got better. In my next blog, I'll share some very deep hurts and the thing that changed his life forever.
*CONTINUED*
"I got married at 19 and divorced at 21 because we couldn't have children. It was a hard time, so I got ten of the most beautiful girls in town and spent all my money on them. I still knew something in my life was incomplete. Girls never satisfied it. Years passed and I met my second wife from Italy. She was very beautiful and I was very proud of her, we married when I was 26 but it didn't work out, either. Through everything, I always felt like something was missing, but I never knew what. My last girlfriend got pregnant and snuck away to have an abortion without telling me. She wanted to still hang out and I said, 'no,' because she killed my child. It hurt very deeply. I was very lost at this time."
Something inside him kept yearning to find what was missing and he knew he would die if he didn't change. At age 30, he decided to quit everything. He first tried talking to a Catholic priest, but the priest said he couldn't help and refused to associate with him. At that point, he didn't know what to do.
"I ended up meeting a Christian girl from a local Bible college. She said she would give me her Bible if I promised to read it. She invited me to the Global Café. There I met Tim and the rest of the guys. I went to the Saturday Night social event and other activities. I realized everything that I missed all those years was God. Finally I found it. Now I'm Christian. I believe and know that the LORD is my savior. I was baptized ten days ago and attend the church at Global Café every Sunday. Life is wonderful for the first time. God is the best thing that ever happened to me. I have a clear perspective on life and on what life is supposed to be. My physical and emotional dependencies on drugs are completely gone. Completely."
God is radically transforming Neno. It's a beautiful thing to see, and I've only known him for two weeks. He was the first person in Croatia who I had conversation with, and immediately I was drawn to him. I believe God is going to use Neno and his powerful testimony to reach many. He has an extraordinary servant's heart. He helped find the apartment for us, helped us find things around town, and regularly offers to help at the café.
He brings a unique flavor and enthusiasm to everything he does, but what really blows my mind is how God is already speaking to him. Just a few days ago, he was praying about a difficult situation in his life and God placed it on his heart to seek counsel from Tim and another guy (which turned out to be me). The three of us sat down and talked about his life and the situation he was going through. Try to get this... just imagine the setting. Here is a guy who used to beat up people like Tim and me on a regular basis, who is now humbling himself by seeking our counsel. This is a guy who owned the streets, who grew up in an environment in which pride meant everything, who has been his own master for over a decade. Imagine the incredible obedience and humility in seeking our counsel and in opening up to us with such vulnerability. That day we witnessed something in Neno that he had never before shown anyone: brokenness, submission, and real tears.
He wants to use his testimony to show people that the LORD can pull people out of hopelessness. Drug addictions can be overcome, and the blood of the Lamb can wash sin away. Neno's struggle isn't over, though. Two days ago, there were some men who stopped by the café and recognized him from his past life. They threatened him violently to get out of town. They told him if they ever saw him around here again that they'd send him to the hospital. (I really think he needs our prayers even as I finish this blog a few weeks later).
Perhaps most encouraging of all is the knowledge that the missionaries at Global Café are doing awesome things for the Kingdom. One of the missionaries, Chris, is planning to head up a men's Bible study for Neno, Matko, and the other guys who hang out at the club. Dave, who has really been doing a lot of the behind-the-scenes work for the team, is now sharing an apartment with Neno, both to help out costs and to provide Christian discipleship. And Tim continues to provide counsel, pastoral care, and-honestly-a cool example of Godly living (all the guys really do).
I really want to thank the team from Global Café for hosting us, for serving God so wholeheartedly, and for really caring for the people of Split, Croatia. I want to thank Neno for all the help he offered our team while we stayed, and for being bold with his testimony. Finally, I just want to ask you to remember the missionaries at Global Café, Neno, and Matko in your prayers. And don't forget to praise God for everything He has done and continues to do!
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Posted in General Articles by Aaron Darlington on 7/12/2009
I'm in Palenque, Mexico. Within jogging distance are the most significant and best-preserved Mayan ruins in the world (so say the locals, at least). Even after a span of over one thousand years, much of the culture has maintained a rich Mayan influence. There are still two hundred villages surrounding Palenque, where indigenous dialects are spoken instead of Spanish. It may be surprising to some of you (it was to me) that persecution is a major issue here. Our contact has witnessed Catholic priests ordering the burning of Protestant churches and homes. This is in the 21st Century! Superstition and mysticism are widespread because there is very little being done to teach the truth. The vast majority of people in this region have never read the Bible, and we hear testimony after testimony of lives being radically transformed upon obtaining the personal and living Word of God. Thus, our contact's primary ministry is running a Bible Institute for local pastors, preachers, and Sunday school teachers. No one who works at this Bible Institute gets paid, yet God steadily provides volunteer pastors who pay their own expenses to come and teach. It's an absolute joy hearing all the ways in which God is providing for this otherwise completely unassisted project, from how they acquired the building and how it is maintained, to how speakers continue to volunteer, to how so many lives and communities are changed because of it.
I'm also really excited about some of the ministry we plan to do next week. We're going to be traveling to one of the indigenous Mayan villages, bringing with us our tents, Bibles, and some live chickens as gifts (cluck cluck). Hopefully they receive us and God opens doors. If things go well, we'll stay with them for several days and find our own way home (our contact won't be staying with us). Pretty wild.
But in this blog, I'm actually not as interested in giving you a picture of Palenque as I am in sharing with you about what happened yesterday. I saw God move in ways I've never seen before. Yes, I probably say that in every blog, but I challenge you to number all the ways in which God can move! Okay, so we went to a prison and my heart immediately connected with the men there. I think I know why, and I'll tell you. Two weeks ago I spent the afternoon praying with my brother via Internet chat. We prayed together literally minutes before he left for jail. I'm so thankful God allowed us that moment; it meant a lot to me, and I believe it meant a lot to him, too. I've been gone ten months now, and it hasn't always been easy being distant from family and friends. My bro and I committed to pray for each other every day while he's there. He's been through some really hard times, and I obviously wanted to be there for him during this one. But for some reason, God hasn't ordained that. Instead, He sent me to visit the men of Chiapas State Penitentiary.
I can't post any pictures or video because of security issues, but let me just say that God was really moving not only in my heart, but also in the hearts of many of the prisoners. Before we presented to them a drama, I felt led to say, in simple words through basic translation, exactly what was on my heart: "Being here is very important to me. My brother is also in jail right now in the US. I want to visit him, but I can't. Instead, God brought me here to visit you. I know there is a good reason for this."
We presented a drama, gave some testimonies, played a few songs in English (and one in Spanish), and the local pastor preached. I could understand a little of what he was saying. He said, "God has taken these people away from their families in the US because He loves you and you need to know it. They have traveled millions and millions of kilometers to tell you this." We might not have traveled millions of kilometers, but we absolutely believe God brought us to share the hope and love of Christ to these men who so rarely get visitors. The day of ministry was truly incredible. I couldn't believe it when some of the tattoo-covered, knife-scarred men had tears in their eyes. I can't imagine the pain, regret, or hopelessness some of them must be going through on the inside. I hugged an elderly man who has probably been behind bars since before I was born and he started crying in my arms. A grown man crying in my arms in front of all the other inmates! What sort of inner turmoil must he have been going through? Our drama was about Christ's blood breaking the chains of this world and giving us eternal freedom. Isn't that simply the most beautiful message anyone could ever receive? Isn't it also the message we probably take for granted most often? I saw in some of their faces that they profoundly understood the need for Christ's forgiveness. I saw in their trembling that they desperately desired Christ's renewed hope for a bright future. And I saw in their tears that they cherished such a message. Jesus was so right... those who are forgiven much love much.
Perhaps the coolest moment of all, though, came after we finished ministering to them. It came as yet another shock to me, but it was so awesome. A huge crowd of maybe thirty prisoners came forward in front of everyone and decided to bless us in return before we left. In the unity of Christ, they raised their hands and spent time in really sweet prayer for us. And I just sat there in worship, receiving love from men hardened by the chains of prison, but softened by the grace of God.
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Posted in General Articles by Aaron Darlington on 7/6/2009
Have you ever read when Jesus summons the twelve and sends them out in pairs? It must have been such a cool moment. He granted them authority over all the powers of darkness and sent them out to be His representatives to the world and ambassadors to the nations. As an exercise of faith and in order to identify with the commoners, they were to take nothing but a walking staff, a pair of sandals, and the clothes on their backs.
This is pretty much how Joel and I went to Bosnia, only our walking staff was a bus ticket.
As of my last update, we had no real plan or agenda, and a very limited budget. The only detail we added at the last moment was to bring along Matko, a Croatian friend who very recently accepted Jesus Christ as his personal savior (if you want to read about his truly awesome story, start here). We were hoping to continue to disciple him on the field, so that he could witness firsthand how God moves in our lives. Cool idea, I think, but Matko never showed up to meet us at the bus station. Odd as it may sound, his parents weren't overly thrilled with the idea. Great opportunity to share about the Fifth Commandment!
So off Joel and I went. We arrived in Donji Vakuf and wandered around in prayer for a while. We scouted out the local centers of religion (one Catholic church and several mosques). No one really spoke English and we had no idea what to do next. Our focused and determined prayer revealed to us that we were probably too focused and determined, so we decided to let loose a bit and follow our hearts. Naturally, we found ourselves hitchhiking with a sniper in the Bosnian army. He drove us through several towns and many gorgeous landscapes. Of course the devastation caused by the war is evident everywhere, but beyond the bombed out buildings remains a natural beauty that is truly one-of-a-kind.
The town we ended up in doesn't get many visitors. I say this because there were no hotels, motels, hostels, camping grounds, or even couchsurfing communities. I mean, there was simply nothing available. As the sun started going down, the town started coming alive. It was as if the whole town got drunk at night. Raucous bonfire parties, alcoholic bellowing from the streets, and fireworks reminded us to be cautious. We never quite found a Ritz-Carlton hotel resort, but I snapped a few photos for you of our pleasant abode, complete with broken glass, rampant vegetation overgrowth, freezing concrete, and wild animal growls.
As comfortable as it was, I only managed about one hour of sleep. As soon as the darkness began to lift at about 4:30 am, we made a fire to warm up as we eagerly awaited the sun's gentle warmth. When the rest of the town woke up, God set his plan in action and things started to get really interesting.
We went to a net café to update the girls and ask for prayer. At the café, Joel and I spent pretty much the entire morning and afternoon in deep discussion, prayer, and Bible study. Our server noticed the amount of time we spent reading the Bible, and made a comment like, "it must be a good book, huh?" <smile> The longer we stayed there, the more God was putting it on my heart to develop a friendship with the guy serving us coffee. I started up a conversation with him, one thing led to another, and he invited me to play soccer with him after his shift (he apparently played semi-professionally in Bosnia). Joel and I had planned to leave before that, and we weren't terribly excited to spend another night in the bombed-out building, but there was something special about everything. I told a friend on facebook that I would gladly suffer another night on cold concrete even if there was only a 1% chance that we would be able to share God's love with someone who needed it. Still, the debate continued, because we knew the girls were already covering our shifts at the café back in Croatia. I checked my e-mail and God confirmed our hearts. Summer wrote us about a dream she had that night, and was praying we would receive it in time. She saw us sitting together in Bosnia, noticing a guy. Still in her dream, we started to leave the place with the guy because we were too busy, and she thought, "No, you're not too busy! You have a great opportunity and God wants you to take it!" I think we all could use e-mails like this every now and then...
We waited to meet him after his shift. God was immediately working in the conversation. We connected in a profound way right off the bat. It was almost as if he had been expecting us! His name is Edin. He told us that he didn't belong here. He shared how his heart was continually troubled by the things of this world and the sin around him. We had so much in common it was almost eerie... same taste in music and sports, same dreams, thoughts, passions, and convictions, and his father had been in the same war as Joel's. God blessed us incredibly through this relationship. Edin invited us to stay at his place for the night (his family owned a cabin up in the mountains). Not only that, but he canceled plans with his girlfriend to go on a 2.5 hour hike up into the mountains with us! He gave me warm clothes and bought food for us to prepare for our journey. He took care of literally every thing we needed, and graciously continued to offer everything he had. Our trip without details, without provision, and without planning was slowly evolving into one of the coolest adventures of my life...
By far the greatest part was the openness and safety we all felt in conversation. All day and all night we talked about life's mysteries, the arts, culture, war, God, religion, and Jesus Christ. We encouraged one another and really bonded in ways only God could foster in just two days. He took us to "the most beautiful view in all of Bosnia" at the peak of the 2nd tallest mountain in the country. It was simply breathtaking. I stood in awe and just praised God. We sat down and admired God's beauty and power and enjoyed each other's company for thirty of the most peaceful minutes of my life, and then headed back to the cabin for more fellowship.
But right as we got the fire going in the cabin and started to settle down for the night, something unexpected happened. We thought we were totally alone on the hillside, but the undeniable sound of an engine pulled up outside of the cabin. Edin suddenly became very serious and said, " Oh man, uh-oh. We have company. This isn't good." Things got a little hectic for a while, and the adventure gained a bit of true Bosnian flavor, but God ended up providing a nice escape for us. We ended up at another cabin, with a friendly but stern old couple, still warm with a roof over our head -- safe and sound.
Edin shared with us that we really meant a lot to him, and he also believed our meeting was not by coincidence. He really meant a lot to me, too. He's got an incredible heart, and we plan to keep in touch through facebook and e-mail. It was really amazing to see how God orchestrated our time in Bosnia. I can't think of any other time I've had a more welcomed opportunity to spend literally hours sharing about my faith to someone I had just met. God really protected our channel of communication because, even when we shared our differences in faith, we maintained a sincere love and respect for one another. Like virtually everyone else in Gonji Vakuf, Edin is Muslim. We really didn't have any agenda other than showing him the love of Christ, and I'm really thankful for the divine appointment. I miss him, already.
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