The air was heavy with humidity as we walked along the boardwalk next to the oblong lake in an urban South Asian center. There were three of us, one local and two foreigners, all united in surrender and a shared desire to share the gospel.
After twenty minutes of walking on the sparsely occupied sidewalk, we still hadn’t had the chance to talk to anyone. Earlier, we had asked the Lord to lead us to someone He had prepared to hear the good news. One foot in front of the other, our prayers kept going up, one after another.
Then, before I even knew it, He answered that request.
“Salaam aliykum,” I said to a twenty-something girl with a blue hijab sitting on a bench.
“Wa aliykum salaam,” she responded, a smile painted across her face. After that exchange of words of peace, it only took a matter of minutes before the conversation drifted into spiritual topics.
