Recently I heard a testimony at church, and the way I think about the Word of God will never be the same.
Zane Stoddard shared this story about something that happened when he and his wife, Jan, were missionaries in India several years ago.
One evening they were teaching in a house church in a small village. Around thirty-five people had crowded into a ten by fifteen-foot room and were sitting packed closely together on the floor to hear Zane teach from the Word of God.
As Zane was wrapping up his sermon, a man burst into the room. Not to be deterred, he walked toward Zane, stepping over bodies and around knees and ankles and legs as people tried in vain to scoot out of his way.
After pushing his way to the front of the room, the man squeezed into a spot a few feet in front of Zane.
The man had caused such a commotion that returning to the final words of his sermon seemed pointless to Zane. Instead, he looked at his translator and asked, “What is wrong with this man? Is he drunk?”
The translator spoke for a moment with the strange visitor, then shook his head. “No, but he used to be.” Continue reading “They Couldn’t Read a Word of This Book … and It Still Changed Their Lives”