Grotto

Ah, beloved soul, I must confess to you a present sorrow: I must delay the full account of our late labor until I can overcome this mind-numbing pain which did seize me upon my return home! As it stands, this suffering doth entirely hamper my ability to think with clarity, let alone to write of the Lord's dealings. Yet, what a truly blessed outreach it was—one for which we pray the Father would be pleased to bear eternal fruit! And oh, how I thank the LORD for His merciful kindness in delaying this pain while I was yet laboring this very afternoon!

The gathering was indeed fraught with spiritual peril, being the first time since this modern plandemic that these souls did congregate again for their annual parade of dead woods and pretentious piety. We longed to bring every willing soul to the field, but the distance to that Grotto was vast—a grueling sixteen kilometers one way. In years past, the people did come in droves, making a hard pilgrimage, walking near fifty kilometers for some, to this so-called holy site, vainly hoping to earn favors from God with the toil of their feet.

And yet, I must tell you, we were stopped a mere half-mile from that very site by a rigid, man-made barricade that did strictly enforce a curfew! The poor people still seeking access were turned away with a sharp command, and even the resting-place for vehicles was already shut fast. Thus, we stood by the side of that entrance, with a holy patience, to await the arrival of our dear daughter Mou. Though the world imposed a limit, I knew that God had appointed my station!

What a providential sight it was to see. Our dear Mou arrived with her father, a man I had met in a previous proclamation in Santa Maria. Though still an unregenerate soul, he was exceedingly supportive of his daughter's good work. For this man's salvation, I confess, I am consistently praying the LORD will glorify His name in his life! His first intention was merely to leave her in our charge and return later, but by some unseen, gracious design, he came back and chose to stay with us while we performed our blessed ministry! Beloved, he heard every single word his own daughter proclaimed! If there was but one person in that vast multitude who truly heard the whole counsel of divine Truth this day, it was surely he. The Father drew him close to the well of life!

Baal deserves a tract too.

And lo, even after the sun did set, the sad stream of souls still came and went, yet we were enabled to give away three hundred tracts in the short compass of our stay! Many did, alas, coldly turn us down, but far more took, asked, walked past, came back, and eagerly inquired of the message!

I was granted the signal honor of testifying openly against this false belief system, boldly proclaiming the only salvation there is in Jesus the Christ! Heads did surely turn. People did stand still and listen! And when I had concluded my poor testimony, I heard a single, sincere clap! Turning around, I beheld eight or so enforcers resting upon a bench, who had been listening with rapt attention! Ah, what a blessed sight: God's invisible audience made visible!

My heart is yet warm with the memory of that blessed night. A precious door of opportunity was mercifully opened unto me—a moment to speak with Mou's father, unhindered and unhurried. This, I confess, was a direct and sweet answer to prayer.

He confided in me how a worldly program had convinced him to forsake the hearing of Mass. But I made it exceeding clear that escaping a false system is but the first half of the journey—it is entirely vain if the soul has nowhere to go! Without Christ, I told him plainly, he will surely die, whether he embraces the lie or rejects it! And so I revealed his dire necessity by sharing my own vileness—I was a great sinner, but Christ is a Great Savior! He can plainly witness the great change effected by the Gospel in the life of his dear daughter. I affectionately shared with him Mou's profound, heartfelt desire: that his whole family should come to know God through Christ!

After that solemn, short half-hour, we thanked each other, I embraced our dear, precious Mou, and then we parted ways, with my soul overflowing, thanking the LORD all the way home!