Monday Morning Meetings

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Every Monday morning meeting is similar with a refreshing word. Either it been in the library with the bright smiling faces of the teachers sitting in a circle, or on Zoom with a face in every square, the message has been consistent. “If only one person gets saved this week, it will be worth it.” The Gospel of Jesus Christ again being ministered to the teachers, and with every teacher the encouragement to deliver this precious powerful message to the students. The epitome of this message becomes manifested in a singular example,  as I ponder the previous years. Although there has been many incredible works, answers to prayer, and the light of Christ that has been seen, heard, and affirmed, there is one story that routes my heart to remembrance.

 

He was a new student. I was a new teacher. But the story only starts with him. A brother of an older, and a son of a mother and father. All of them worshipers of Jesus Christ, believers of the Way, Followers of Jesus, except 1. The dad without Jesus Christ was about to encounter the living God through the ministry of the school I serve at. Being one of the family members not knowing Christ in our community, we prayed and petitioned. I remember meeting this humble man a few times, looking at him and knowing Jesus’ love for him.

 

Classic Picture: 4th Grade Truth Class
He is wearing the dark blue hat
We all were able to fit in an elevator

Days turned to months, months into a year, and the student moved onto 5th grade. Seeds were planted, and water was poured into the soul of the dad. Not worrying about the growth but leaving it up to Jesus Christ of Nazareth to bring the increase, it was our hearts cry of unity with every passing Monday; “God if only one gets saved this week, it will be worth it.”

 

After time had gone by, I found myself at a café. Here In Korea, the café spot is not only a place to drink coffee, but to study, collaborate as a team, spend time with friends, and even dating and watching movies together. Yes, sometimes there are couples at the café for hours at a time watching Netflix. Let’s get back to the story. With a meeting of my own, the scene was fellowship with a parent of a student. What parent, and what student? It was mother of the student of the unsaved dad. She had news for me, that continually compels worship to the one who is worthy. Hallelujah! Another soul got saved. After the labor of love, this man who had never known Christ, now knows him as Lord and Savior. I proceeded with a waterfall of questions, “Does he worship with the family now? Does he fellowship with a Church community? What does he say about Jesus?” With each response, my heart pumped with joy. “Yes, he worships with us. We are having our Church community from the living room due to the covid restrictions. He says that Jesus is Lord.”

 

Reflecting on the stay here in Korea, this has been one of the best singular moments so far.  Currently I am reflecting on some of the greatest successes, best moments, and acts of the Lord, some in which He bids me to participate in. Within this school community, I can participate, pray, hear, and be embodied in a community that plants and waters, and walks in joyful expectation to see God make it grow. This man being saved is my epitome of our Monday morning prayers.

 

One of the most important questions is, “Who do you say Jesus is?” One of the most important actions, is the response to this question. The Gospel of Jesus Christ is of highest priority and need. The thirst-quenching love of everyone’s soul. His love being better than life, and with every man craving the perfect love that only He can offer. The manifestation of God Himself in us welling up to eternal life. Taking away the string of the death, the authority of satan and darkness in our lives, and being in the liberating light to serve Him. This is what the father of my student received, and I also put it on the table for you today. Will you taste and see the Lord is good? Indeed His love endures forever.

 

Be I of any worth that it be found in Christ,

Jarid


 

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