in his hands

A dear Uyghur friend of ours here in town lost his father suddenly last summer.  He shared with us precious pieces of his heart, his story of arriving to his family's home and being the last one to know the news, his sorrow and pain nightly, his loneliness that many of his fellow Uyghur students on his campus don't know that his father passed away simply because it's too painful for him to speak of it.

And then we learned that his father knew was close friends with misny friends of ours who lived in their town a decade ago.  Oh God come graciously to this whole family!

This friend left our home last week with a copy of the New Testament and Gen and Exodus in his language.  One book, bound beautifully, covered in characters and art that speak his heart's culture and language....  and may the Living Word draw this young man, open his eyes and ears and heart and bind him to Himself too.

Will you join us to pray boldly for this friend?  Ask that the Holy Spirit would open his eyes to see the Living Word, Jesus, in the Word of God.