It’s not easy finding people willing to go out and share the gospel. The world is busy, distracted, and often indifferent to God’s call. But how will they know of His love if no one tells them? It’s this conviction that keeps me going, though the labor often feels lonely.

One day my solitude was broken when a man named Anatoly came to me unexpectedly. He was not a Christian and his faith leaned heavily on rituals, even bowing to carved wooden icons. But his heart longs for Jesus. When I told him I was planning to visit the village of Nyr to share God’s Word, he surprised me by asking if he could come along.

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