Samson
Mother was dead, father was busy. The two boys somehow were blessed to be included in a Missionary-operated school since they were orphans, but Samson, the youngest, didn't like school. Not at all. He fixed that easily enough though. He caused a bit of trouble and disappeared.
The next year or two he played, he worked and he dodged the missionaries who tried to get him to come back to school. He was the lowest of the lowly in his community and the work of his caste was that of a pig herder. Soon his father told him that he was thirteen and if he was tired of cooking then he'd have to get his own cook. Soon, with his father's prodding, he married. Samson was thirteen, Pramila (prah-mee-luh) was nine. So, at nine years of age, she became a cook and a wife.
By thirteen she was a mother. And by the time she was a mother, Samson had already begun his frequent and extended jaunts into the mountains to roam with the regional terrorists. In time, he became a talented bomb maker. He came home occasionally and by the time his second baby girl was on the way he realized he was caught in a vicious web by the terrorists with whom he ran. But there was nothing he could do to escape it seemed.
In time his third little girl came into the world. By that time a local preacher had him in his sights and pursued him with great energy and great love. After a long time of trying to escape God, he finally surrendered himself to the Savior. It's a long, long story of how God did it, but soon he delivered Samson from the terrorists, changed his cold, bitter heart toward his tiny wife and daughters and transformed him from a bomb-maker to a preacher of the Gospel!
I've had the great privilege of preaching in the mud and thatch church where God is using Bro. Samson mightily. I have come to appreciate him and his family very much. They have suffered greatly for the Gospel, but they have no complaints. And anytime I'm preaching about the power of God to transform a drunkard into a child of Heaven, Sister Pramila will weep and nod her head demonstrably because she knows God has done it for her very own husband! Praise the Lord!
May God bless each of you our dear friends. Our prayer is that God will somehow allow you to see just how vital your part of prayer is in this ministry.
The next year or two he played, he worked and he dodged the missionaries who tried to get him to come back to school. He was the lowest of the lowly in his community and the work of his caste was that of a pig herder. Soon his father told him that he was thirteen and if he was tired of cooking then he'd have to get his own cook. Soon, with his father's prodding, he married. Samson was thirteen, Pramila (prah-mee-luh) was nine. So, at nine years of age, she became a cook and a wife.
By thirteen she was a mother. And by the time she was a mother, Samson had already begun his frequent and extended jaunts into the mountains to roam with the regional terrorists. In time, he became a talented bomb maker. He came home occasionally and by the time his second baby girl was on the way he realized he was caught in a vicious web by the terrorists with whom he ran. But there was nothing he could do to escape it seemed.
In time his third little girl came into the world. By that time a local preacher had him in his sights and pursued him with great energy and great love. After a long time of trying to escape God, he finally surrendered himself to the Savior. It's a long, long story of how God did it, but soon he delivered Samson from the terrorists, changed his cold, bitter heart toward his tiny wife and daughters and transformed him from a bomb-maker to a preacher of the Gospel!
I've had the great privilege of preaching in the mud and thatch church where God is using Bro. Samson mightily. I have come to appreciate him and his family very much. They have suffered greatly for the Gospel, but they have no complaints. And anytime I'm preaching about the power of God to transform a drunkard into a child of Heaven, Sister Pramila will weep and nod her head demonstrably because she knows God has done it for her very own husband! Praise the Lord!
May God bless each of you our dear friends. Our prayer is that God will somehow allow you to see just how vital your part of prayer is in this ministry.
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