The Meanest Woman in the Village (Stories from Nicaragua)
My plan was to split the team in Christo Rey (one of four different villages we worked in) into 2 or 3 teams, but we had several people who had rarely ever shared their faith in Jesus before. So I needed to take all 9 of the team members, as a whole, with me to share the gospel with someone in the village.
I would do the sharing, as a kind of way to show how it’s done. Well I asked my interpreter and native of Christo Rey, Jorje (George), to think and pray about who we should speak to first. After several minute s of walking, Jorge said, “I know who. We’ll go to the meanest woman in the village!” I thought to myself, “No, someone easier. Anyone, but the meanest woman in the village, especially when I’m supposed to be showing how its done.” As we walked, I prayed, “Lord help?” Well after surrounding this poor lady, telling her about Jesus and the shedding a few tears, Mallorca accepted Jesus, as her personal savior! By the way, she is no longer the meanest woman in the village.