TIA…The Lone Voice
It’s 6:13 AM Tuesday morning. I’m lying in my bed right now typing in the dark. I was just awakened by a single voice from across the road. It’s a man singing to Allah. I’ve woken up to this voice most mornings since I have been here in Uganda. Across the road from where our team is staying is a Mosque and Muslim boarding school. This man is faithfully singing from a tower above the building every morning at 6AM. I also hear him at 7, 8 and 9pm. I’m sure he’s doing this through the day as well but I’m not around.
The other night I decided to go outside by myself to listen to him. It was amazing…a strong, low Arabic voice. I sat under the stars and listened while his voice carried over the hillside we are staying on. I admired his discipline. I’m usually still snoozing in the bed when he is getting up to start praying. Or I’m going back for a plate of seconds when I hear him at 7pm. I even asked…why don’t I come out and sing to God this way? So for these last few times my Muslim friend who’s face I will never see will become my prayer partner. He’s like my timer. To pray for a man who misunderstands God and rejects Jesus Christ…the one who said, “I am the way the truth and the life: no one comes to the Father except through me.” John 14:6
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Again, you were obedient to do what the Lord wanted you to do, even in the wee hours of the morning. “The affectual furvent prayer of a righteous man avails MUCH!”
I am in a state of prayerfulness all day today for the travelers from Cornerstone, Leslie, Benjamin, Liza and Grace.
Mom