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Verse:“When you reach the edge of the Jordan’s waters, go and stand in the river.” —Joshua 3:8, NIV
Being a missionary had never crossed my mind while I was growing up. It is something I just kind of fell into. Now more than twenty years into mission service, this work has changed how I look at life.
It has changed my heart! I have seen, firsthand, how God reaches down into remote areas that are forgotten by most of the world —areas that are filled with poverty, hunger, and disease. I am so thankful that He has allowed me to be involved in this precious work of His! My husband and I work in the jungles of Nicaragua, helping to set up radio stations that broadcast the love, truth, and hope of Jesus into villages that are held captive by witchcraft and the practices of voodoo, which is a polytheistic religion that includes ancestor worship. Recently, my husband and I traveled from Puerto Cabezas to Rosita. Two other mission team members were accompanying us on this trip, which is eighty-four miles (135 kilometers) one way, on unpaved roads.
The purpose of our travels that day was to transport some radio equipment to a small church that had been working hard to start its own radio station. How excited the members were about being able to share Jesus across the airwaves —both with their own community and in the surrounding areas farther out! We traveled the first hour of our day’s jaunt before arriving at the Wawa Boom River.
The only way to cross this river is by ferry.
The ferryboat operators provide this service from sunrise to nine o’clock at night. When dusk begins to fall before the nine o’clock–closing time, the operators have bright lights in place to help guide the boat across the river.
But one never wants to arrive at the river after nine o’clock because this ferry crossing is in the middle of nowhere. Crossing on the ferry that day, we finally made it to Rosita and delivered the equipment. Immediately, the radio station went on the air. What an exciting day! How we rejoiced —until we arrived back at the now-deserted ferry landing at twenty-four minutes past nine o’clock. We were too late! The ferry was nowhere in sight, and we were on our own. Today, if you are feeling alone on the banks of some wide, problem-filled river with no way, humanly speaking, to cross, then remember God’s children at the Red Sea and the Jordan River.
Remember that when they trusted Him, He made a way.
He will for you too.