Annie* woke in a cold sweat. Her dream had felt so real!
The devil had captured her and she had run to the homes of other believers, but no one would help her. Then a man dressed in white started beckoning to her, and she went to him, thinking it was Jesus. Instead he grabbed her and removed his mask, revealing himself to be the devil.
Annie woke up convinced that Satan was trying to steal her out of God’s hands, so she called us to ask if she could come over to pray with us.
Annie and I have had conversations about the power of the Word of God and about the importance of knowing the truth in our spiritual battles. But she had never really seen practically what that looked like.
I had her read John chapter 10 out loud. Here Jesus says that no one the Father has given him will be lost, and no one can take them from his hand. As Annie read, her eyes opened wider and tears started pouring down her face.
“Really? Satan can never take me from God’s hand?” she said.
Annie worried that God would get tired of her pleas for help, so I showed her Romans 8.
“I can go confidently to God, over and over and over?” she asked. “Nothing — absolutely nothing — can separate me from him?”
She also told me she was afraid that no one really loved her, and that no one could, so we went to Isaiah 43:1–4, which talks about God’s love for his people.
Her response was the same: “I am precious to him?”
I could have just told Annie these things. She would have listened because she loves and respects us, but my words wouldn’t have changed her. In fact, I’ve told her many of those things before, but she has a hard time believing me.
There’s just something about the Word of God itself, and until that moment, Annie did not truly understand the importance of reading and studying God’s Word.
We sent her home with the Scriptures in Russian (her language of education), and we also gave her a copy of Luke and Acts in her mother tongue — Dagchi*. At first she didn’t know what it was, and she said, “I can’t read this.” I told her to try again, since the alphabet is similar to Russian.
When she finally started to understand, she got so excited she started bouncing up and down in her chair.
“It’s my language! It’s the Scriptures in my language!” she said, over and over. “I can’t wait to share this with my mom and read it to her!”
We also gave Annie MP3 recordings of Luke and Acts. These have been especially encouraging to her mother, who doesn’t know the national language well enough to read and study Scripture.
One day, we pray that Annie and her people will know the power of the whole Bible in their own language. It’s why we’re here.