“Hellooo!” Lynda sang out.
The children of the local village made their way through side streets following Lynda’s voice.
“Come on we are going to sing together!”
There was laughing in the distance and smiles galore as more and more children poured out of the houses down each street Lynda walked through.
After a few more minutes and a total of forty-five kids later they had finally reached the town’s playground. It was nothing more than a dirt hill next to a rice field with two soccer goals made of bamboo on each side. Lynda sat on the side of the hill and the children crowded around her in anticipation. Today, like every other day, her smile was as bright as the pink Punjabi she wore.
“We are going to play some music for you guys, and we will teach you a new song!” She giggled a little and began. “There is power in the name of Jesus. There is power in the name of Jesus…”
As she repeated this line a few more times the rest of the team joined in. “There is power in the name of Jesus. To break every chain, to break every chain, to break every chain.”
Even though most of the community were Muslim, Lynda was not afraid to present a song praising Jesus.
“Now we want to teach you this song. Repeat after me. There is power…”
The children responded with enthusiasm. “There is power…”
After yelling out the lines a hundred times or so, all of the kids had it down. They all sang it out together: “There is power in the name of Jesus. To break every chain, to break every chain, to break every chain.”
Lynda’s confidence in God, her lack of fear, and her beautiful voice brought Jesus to the village that day.
No language barrier can stop our Lord from using the talents He gives us to proclaim His love.
Please pray for our team and the choir of children that God touched. More songs, more praising and more love. Amen.
Written by: Grant Rosen