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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

TALES FROM THE GHETTOS..

# SERIES  1

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I stepped out of the rickety van that drove me to Watanga. After highlighting, I stood still as time flew past by me. I could hear the flaps of it’s wings as it flew by. Then I decided to move as I heard the van zoom off into the streets. I am a missionary to this part of humanity.
As I walked the streets, I felt the death and warmth of a stenchy atmosphere. The buildings we’re closely arranged in a way no car could enter in except for the major streets.
Trying to locate a room where I can stay for the duration of my work, when I heard screams from a nearby wall. Startled, I decided to brave in and have a sight, and as a missionary render help. But as I approached, I heard gunshots and a loud scream then a silence…
Wow! I stopped on my tracks and felt a great burden drop on my heart.. then MY LOVER whispered “beloved you have to be fast, A soul has just been lost”.
With sadness, grief and sheer heaviness. I turned to leave but was interrupted by the heavy puffs of marijuana projected towards me, which made me cough out dryly. There stood a young boy with a red eye, and a big brown wrapped up marijuana in his mouth staring at me. Oh! I saw the plea in his eyes, Joshua Warren, a 9 year old was in addiction.
My bags dropped, I couldn’t contain myself.
I began sobbing in front of this boy. Just as I was about to speak to the boy, I heard a feminine voice “sorra mista, pleash who you?”
A brown toothed mother to Joshua spoke up.
“I’m Joshua Tommy, I came in some few hours ago, I wanted a place to stay for some days”.
I spoke amidst the tears in my eyes. “Ok, how much you pay?” She queried, “$300.” I replied.
“Follow me”…..she barked at me.
As we walked along , we arrived at a place called THE CHURCH OF HELL. An artistic decoration on the title showed pastors in sensual affairs with little girls. I was perplexed. As we moved in, passing through a corridor, oh God! Girls of about 9,10,11,-18 years were offering themselves to clergies, etc for gruesome sex. I almost fainted on the sights.
What a world.
But I pictured a girl by the Corner of a room, all alone and Dejected, then I knew……….
I knew I had work to do, I knew, the whole body of Christ must rise up and save the lost.
“Hey! Mista, here’s your dunghole”.. Susa, Joshua Warrens mother yelled out. Startled, I cleared my throat and offered gratitude. She disappeared into the next room. “BELOVED, Go down and speak to that soul by the wall” the LOVER OF SOULS prompted.
Immediately, I rose up, picked up a blue Rose I hid in my bag, with my Bible, I headed straight down to meet the girl I saw sitting by the wall.
“Hey pretty, good afternoon” she jerked in fright and I saw pain oh! Horrible pain, dark pain, anguish, oh! I saw her lost in her own world, she was already feeling the heat of damnation, she was consumed by grief, despair, destitution, this girl was dying slowly, she was on her way to HELL.
Then the HOLYSPIRIT wept, I could feel him weep, one drop of tears dropped on my heart, and oh! I felt the pain, I felt the heat of the his Love, I felt his desperation. Amidst the tears THE LOVER OF SOULS SAID “This is the one I created in my own image, in my likeness, oh! Joshua tell her about me, I want to embrace her”
In His words I talked to her about Jesus, and in a giffy, the room was filled with similar looking girls , including Susa and Joshua. All were on thier faces in tears, As the HOLYSPIRIT took over.
As we finished, Joy sprang up in thier heart as they began to sing for Joy……
But I the missionary, my heart and mind, we’re weeping, why?….you may ask,
Not for Joy, but for pity FOR THE CHURCH.
THEN THE SPIRIT SAID,
(composed song)
©Joshua Tom
There is a people, a group by the wall
A girl, a boy, a woman with no hope at all
There’s a family bowed in pains
Oh bound by the devil’s chains.
There’s darkness in a neighborhood
Heavy tears, wails, screams and none to soothe
There’s a dying boy, lost in sin
Would you go and rescue the ones I Love?
# slavewiththebeautifulfeet .
Dear Reader . Rise up
Souls are dying,
Men are crying
Won’t you lead them to the cross,
Do not allow this song to stand against you on the LAST DAY
Joshua Tom©.