An African boy had come to know the Lord as his Saviour. Now he was burdened about his father who was an idol maker and lived in another village. “Would you please pray for my father?” he said to the missionary for whom he worked. “He is not saved.”
The missionary said he would be only too glad to do so. “Suppose you come and meet me here in the mornings, and we’ll pray for your father together,” he told him. So at the set time, morning after morning, the son and the missionary pleaded with God for the soul of the idol-maker.
In the village where the idol-maker lived, the good news was suddenly spread around that the missionary had brought down an elephant, and that there was plenty of meat to be had. Pretty soon all of the people of the village had turned out hoping to get some of the free meat. It so happened that the idol-maker, himself, had heard the shot and came along with the rest. By the time he had arrived at the scene of the kill, a large crowd had gathered. The missionary had erected a thornbush fence around the dead elephant to keep the crowd from getting all the meat at once. A native African evangelist had climbed up on the elephant and was preaching the gospel with great fervor and power.
One morning sometime later, the missionary’s servant boy, in great excitement, came running to tell his friend that he had received a letter that morning. The letter had brought the wonderful news that his father, the idol-maker, had come to Christ and was saved. What an answer to their prayers!
ML 12/01/1968