When I first met Jeremi, he was this tiny, pathetic bag of bones with barely enough strength to cry. I didn’t think he would live out the day. His teen tribal mother brought him to the missionaries seeking medical help for her toddler. He had dysentery and most likely, malaria.
We desperately tried to find a vein in his emancipated little body to give him life-saving I.V. fluids. But to no avail. He was dying and we could do nothing. But God had other plans for this little guy. It just happened that a doctor from the USA was visiting his missionary sister. He regularly prays for and supports our tribal work and they were coming to visit the village that very day. We urged the baby’s mom to stay in the village and when the doctor arrived we ushered him right to the clinic. He was able to get the the vital I.V. fluids flowing into his little body and save his life.
Well….last month that ‘little guy’ showed up at my front door. I’m sure Jeremi doesn’t remember that pivotal day, when God intervened in his young life, but I sure do! Now he is a strapping young man, who stands taller than I. Soon I hope to be able to tell him about the God that has loved him since before he was born and gave His life that Jeremi and his people, might have eternal life. ….Jack Foster
Please keep praying for Jeremi and the rest of these tribal people, that God will preserve and protect them, so they can hear the Gospel in their own language.
Thank you for allowing God to use you mightily in this work!