The Adventures of Benyameen
The slanting rays of the afternoon sun spilled into the room where a group of people from this remote village gathered. The women strung multi-colored beads together; the men caught up on local news; the children played on the floor. A hush descended on the tiny room bursting at the edges with the crowd of people, as someone announced, “Benyameen Bhaiya is here!”
As Benyameen stooped to enter the low doorway, the hushed silence dissipated as everyone greeted Benyameen. The men inquired after him, the women deferentially bowed, and the children danced and skipped around him. After answering their eager questions, Benyameen handed the host a bag of goodies he had brought for the group. “Something for us all to eat after our prayer meeting,” he smiled.
Soon, the women put away the beads, and the children put away their toys. Everyone sat on the floor. For the next several hours, they listened to Benyameen read passages from the Bible. He taught them with such clarity and conviction. The men and women were moved to tears of joy as he shared with them the abounding love of God. They couldn’t contain their joy for long. They erupted into songs of praise to God.
Late that evening, after the last person had left, and everyone else had retired for the night, Benyameen sat outside. Breathing in the cool night air, he looked up at the cloudless night sky, and he prayed, “Loving Heavenly Father, thank You for giving me this opportunity to share with these wonderful people Your love and Your saving grace. When You first brought me here, there were but six people, but now there are over thirty. Thank You for adding to Your fold faithful Believers from this very remote region of the world. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.”
This article originally appeared in the March 2014 edition of the 10/40 Window Reporter.
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