I frantically taped valentines cards and candy to all 62 residents in my hall with “romans 3:23-26” scribbled to the bottom in the hopes that God would move some hearts to read that verse. In return, some lovely residents taped some nice things onto my door! I received some chocolate, and two lovely valentine’s day letters. 

 Hatred stirs up conflict, 
   but love covers over all wrongs.

Proverbs 10:12

I had to look up proverbs 10:12 to see what verse my neighbors had inscribed, and I think my heart truly melted. It was simple, but yet a simple message of love. I don’t know these people. I know they live across from me but for one moment in time, it was one christian, who did not know me, encouraging me. I feel uplifted and reminded of the Great Jerusalem to come. 

I sat in my room last night just thinking after I had prepared the cards. How much more powerful is the Word of God than my own words. I felt like a coward that I couldn’t go to every resident and tell them about the gospel. I still feel like a coward, but what Grace is it that it is not my responsibility to save! The implanted Word is able to save. It may have been a last thought, but I prayed that should the residents in my hall look up romans 3:23-26 and have questions, that they would confront me. Truly, that they may be pushed to the edge to confront me and ask about my faith and God. Let them be angry, let them be confused, let them feel doubt, let them be encouraged, but God I am distressed. The desperation of the Gospel and Good News to save. Even now, as I look down the hall in this study room at 3 am and see the rooms, I am reminded of the mission field I am in. Perhaps you can pray for me and the people who live here too. Not only that, but that I may have the grace to open conversation about the Gospel. I am a piteous creature. With no grace or grandeur but yet I am loved by a Holy God who bore my sin upon a cross. what love is this? surely it is the love of the God I do not deserve. How much more precious is His blood then. The dire need to preach the Gospel is a matter of life or death, and I feel as though I am pouring His blood into a sewage drain. God have mercy on me, a sinner. Luke 18:13