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TEARS OF A MISSIONARY SERIES #3

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TALES FROM THE HUNGRY

After several attempts to silence I The Missionary and Brother Mark, my convert from the prison from preaching the Gospel, we were banished to Sagamos. A land that of dearth.
I am a missionary to this Part of humanity.
Brother Mark my beloved in Bonds, a fellow labourer, saw his loved ones, and bade them farewell into the mission.
While on our trip there in the black van, he told me ” Joey, my loved ones are not those at home, but those sin Stricken hungry men and women”
I gave him a pat on the back and boom, we were at our drop spot. We were rolled out and abandoned with Just a loaf bread and a bottle of water.
After walking for some good distance, we arrived at a settlement called THE FORGOTTEN.

As we passed by we saw little children trying to eat Ants, and the older men struggling too, I was perplexed, their women were in shambles and very thin or obessed, the pregnant women were a hell of a sight, spittle bathed the pregnant, the odour was offensive, some women were eating dead leaves .
Then I knew, I was broken, Mark was already broken, He fell on his knees as we reached an open area and began intense wailings and groanings.
The villagers began drawing near, you could feel the stench and warm atmosphere drawing closer and closer, and you could tell, they were in thier numbers.
As they drew nearer in bewilderment, a mother heavily pregnant, but with lack of food, I could see her ribcage and could count her ribs even from a distant fell right some distance in front of me, oh! The thud with which she fell made my heart ache in the physical. I and Mark ran to her, offered her water and bread, and oh! She came back to life. The crowd of starving people where on thier knees watching keenly. Then she spoke up, “we are a people forgotten by the rest of the world, we were abandoned to die here since the war of Jafta began, weve stayed here and now there is famine here, the water channels are dried, and all the plants are dead, we feed on the anthill. And now the ants are almost extinct, the hill will soon be empty, please sire can you help Us?

We were only with a loaf of bread and a bottle of water,. How do I help over 70 souls?
Mark jumped up and prayed on the bread, and we began sharing, …wow Miracle, Jesus proved to be Jehovah Jireh…. there are many hungry people out there, abandoned by the world and afflicted by Satan , you can use your money, talent, and time to serve God.
By the roadside , there are hungry fellas, for the GOSPEL and for the real physical food,

Souls are dying
Men are crying
Won’t you bring them to the Lord
Go and find them
WIN THE LOST AT ANY COST

Joshua Tom©

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TEARS OF A MISSIONARY SERIES #2

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TALES FROM THE PRISONER
I The missionary was busy doing God’s work, when I heared a big metal hit my head from behind, then black out.
Blurry visions, then my pupils began to adjust till what! I was surrounded by walls. Was it a concrete box, a uh….. I couldn’t think cause my head ached. Then lights, then hands. Then I understood I’m in a prison. I am a missionary to this part of Men.
They dragged me to a room and was tied down to a table and beaten up mercilessly, afterwards thrown into my own cell. After resuscitating, I turned to see a nerdy boy, I guess should be about 24 years of age.
“Hi dead fish” he cursed “hi handsome” I replied
“What!, I’ve never heard that in the last 2years and I’m dying tommorow” he expressed.
“What!” I exclaimed. “What’s your name?” He questioned, “I’m Joshua Tommy” I answered “tell me about you” he demanded. “Ok I’m a missionary from Nigaga, I love God, I seek to bring the torn, broken , and lost to a Man called Jesus..he alone is the answer to man’s problem”..I answered. “It’s your turn” “ok, my name is Mark, I was caught after I killed two Men in cold blood, I butchered a 23 year old girl for refusing me to cart away with her money, I was in a lead role in the Holocaust at Demia, I’m a murderer and I’m going to die tommorow, by 4pm, I wonder if God can still Forgive me, even if I will die”
My tears knew no bounds, my heart broke, oh! I wept sore, not for his crimes, but for the fact that he would be lost in eternity if I the missionary was not sent…..then I knew…..
I spoke to him with utmost sincerity and passion, in no distant time he was on his way to Calvary. Mark was born again, and he was filled with Joy and began singing, a song he composed on his accord. Then I saw how the devil turned a could be “minstrel” to a weapon of mass destruction and murders. This was his song
Oh! Jesus Jesus Jesus
Youve proved to a muderer
You still love him
Oh! Jesus Jesus Jesus
You’ve shown me
Love beyond my sins
Thank you for Loving Me
Thank you for Loving Me
I could hear the melody and the polished voice
I could see a saint out of mark, we were in tears.
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The morning came, I woke up to hear Mark singing amidst tears. When he knew I woke up, he screamed ” Joshua, I saw Jesus! I saw Jesus oh!, I saw Jesus…thank you Joshua for showing me Jesus!…”. Then he broke down and wept sore….”JOEY! do you know what Jesus told me?…I won’t die anymore,.. I’ll see my love ones again”….
Oh friends, I wept sore, for Joy.
But in a distance, I could hear the screams of other prisoners under the pangs of death passing away to eternal doom.
As I turned I saw Mark in tears on his Knees praying this
“Dear Jesus, the screams I’m hearing are people like me on thier way to the Hell fire Joey talked about, Lord! You sent Joey to me, please can you send many more Joey’s to come here and preach to my sinner friends that are about dying to hell, so that you can appear to them and tell them they’ll not die ,that they’ll see thier loved ones again.
Please Jesus, they have love ones, they have beautiful daughters, they have sons , they have wives, they have …and he fell into a great wailing I’ve Never seen in my life before………..
Dear Reader, Mark prayed that God should send you to preach to the prisoners …..what are you doing about it, what are you doing ……a soul Wii die today, without Christ, do you think it’s fun for heaven, it’s a sad and bad story…..
Please I beesech you ….STAND UP AND DO THE GREAT WORK OF THE GOSPEL
# slavewiththebeautifulfeet
© Joshua Tom