Following the service, we all had lunch together at the church. Some of the ladies cooked some meat and cactus plants, and we all enjoyed a delicious meal.
When lunch was over, we drove another hour or so down toward Meztitlán and then up a narrow dirt road high above the river to the community of Itztayatla. Pastor Oscar, who also works as an electrician, met some of the men from this small community as he was working on a construction project with them. He shared Christ with them, and now the entire family serves the Lord. He does a service way up in the community every Sunday evening.
After praise and worship, I shared a message about God being the Great I Am, as He revealed Himself to Moses. As we concluded the service, I had the privilege of leading a young man in prayer to receive Jesus Christ as his Lord and Savior. What a blessing it was to see another soul come into the Kingdom of God. The tears in the man’s eyes and the hugs of the other men around him were testimony of the sincerity with which he prayed and evidence of the working of the Holy Spirit within his heart. It seems that the others had been praying for him for some time already, and all rejoiced in the fact that he had finally given his heart to the Lord.
We had supper with the group in Iztayatla before beginning our descent from the mountain and the drive back home. It had been a blessed day.
