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xenny_randell
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💀💀💀 luck issue
2022-08-10 19:39:27
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Please just hear me out please
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The afternoon heat at the Kasumulu border post between Tanzania and Malawi was suffocating, thick with the exhaust fumes of long-haul trucks and the restless energy of travelers. It was there, amidst the chaos of clearing customs, that I met this man.Years earlier,he had stood in a small village in Malawi, looking into the eyes of his wife and their five children. Poverty had backed him into a corner, leaving him with few choices. With their blessings and tears, he set off for South Africa, promising that his journey south would change their fortunes forever.In Johannesburg, his dedication paid off.He was a gifted mechanic, and it wasn't long before he secured a high-paying position at a major automotive company. The money flowed in. He bought a beautiful house and acquired two top-of-the-line cars. But as his wealth grew, the distance between him and his family in Malawi widened. The lonely nights in a big city led him into the arms of a local woman, whom he eventually stayed with her, blurring the memories of the life he left behind. It was a betrayal that ultimately cost him everything. Slowly and meticulously, his new girlfriend orchestrated his ruin. Through manipulation and forged documents, she transferred the ownership of the house and both cars into her name. When he finally realized what was happening, it was too late. The love she had feigned turned into pure malice. Not content with just taking his wealth, she planned to end his life so she could keep the fortune without interference.This man fled into the night using the lift from trucks, running for his dear life with nothing but the clothes on his body. The man who had driven luxury cars through the streets of Johannesburg was suddenly reduced to a fugitive, hitchhiking through Mozambique, heading blindly north.When he approached us at the Kasumulu border, he was a shadow of a man. His clothes were covered in the dust, and his eyes carried the weight of absolute defeat. He quietly saw me and approach me asked if i had any manual labor or work he could do to our trucks, just to earn a single meal. Instead of just looking at his ragged appearance, i saw his broken spirit. I gave him water, and began to share the Gospel with him. We spoke of a love that doesn't depend on wealth, and a grace that restores what the world destroys. As the words of scripture washed over him, tears began to cut through the dirt on his face. Right there, on the border dust, He fell to his knees and accepted Jesus Christ as his Lord and Savior.When he stood up after the salvation prayers, a visible light had returned to his eyes. He smiled through his tears, filled with an overwhelming joy he hadn't felt in decades.But as the initial rush of peace settled, the harsh reality of his situation returned. He looked down, his voice trembling with a sudden wave of grief. He confessed to me that before we spoke, he was consumed by an unbearable shame. He couldn't bear the thought of returning to Malawi to face the wife and five children he had abandoned, only to come back empty-handed and broken.
The afternoon heat at the Kasumulu border post between Tanzania and Malawi was suffocating, thick with the exhaust fumes of long-haul trucks and the restless energy of travelers. It was there, amidst the chaos of clearing customs, that I met this man.Years earlier,he had stood in a small village in Malawi, looking into the eyes of his wife and their five children. Poverty had backed him into a corner, leaving him with few choices. With their blessings and tears, he set off for South Africa, promising that his journey south would change their fortunes forever.In Johannesburg, his dedication paid off.He was a gifted mechanic, and it wasn't long before he secured a high-paying position at a major automotive company. The money flowed in. He bought a beautiful house and acquired two top-of-the-line cars. But as his wealth grew, the distance between him and his family in Malawi widened. The lonely nights in a big city led him into the arms of a local woman, whom he eventually stayed with her, blurring the memories of the life he left behind. It was a betrayal that ultimately cost him everything. Slowly and meticulously, his new girlfriend orchestrated his ruin. Through manipulation and forged documents, she transferred the ownership of the house and both cars into her name. When he finally realized what was happening, it was too late. The love she had feigned turned into pure malice. Not content with just taking his wealth, she planned to end his life so she could keep the fortune without interference.This man fled into the night using the lift from trucks, running for his dear life with nothing but the clothes on his body. The man who had driven luxury cars through the streets of Johannesburg was suddenly reduced to a fugitive, hitchhiking through Mozambique, heading blindly north.When he approached us at the Kasumulu border, he was a shadow of a man. His clothes were covered in the dust, and his eyes carried the weight of absolute defeat. He quietly saw me and approach me asked if i had any manual labor or work he could do to our trucks, just to earn a single meal. Instead of just looking at his ragged appearance, i saw his broken spirit. I gave him water, and began to share the Gospel with him. We spoke of a love that doesn't depend on wealth, and a grace that restores what the world destroys. As the words of scripture washed over him, tears began to cut through the dirt on his face. Right there, on the border dust, He fell to his knees and accepted Jesus Christ as his Lord and Savior.When he stood up after the salvation prayers, a visible light had returned to his eyes. He smiled through his tears, filled with an overwhelming joy he hadn't felt in decades.But as the initial rush of peace settled, the harsh reality of his situation returned. He looked down, his voice trembling with a sudden wave of grief. He confessed to me that before we spoke, he was consumed by an unbearable shame. He couldn't bear the thought of returning to Malawi to face the wife and five children he had abandoned, only to come back empty-handed and broken."I was planning to walk into the bush tonight," he whispered, his voice cracking. "I thought ending my life was the only way out."Hearing his confession, I held his hands and reminded him that the God who saved his soul at the border is the same God who goes before him to heal his broken family. He had arrived at the border wanting to end his life, but he walked away with eternal life. Jesus saves, and for him, the road back home was no longer a path of shame, but a journey of redemption. #AfricaShallBeSaved #malawitiktok🇲🇼

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