From a worker in the Middle East
“Watch out, he is aggressive again,” Jack’s sister warned me before I entered his room. Knowing that the Lord was with me I didn’t fear when I greeted him. I kissed his hand, and he kissed mine. How sad to see him sitting naked in the corner again, exactly the way I met him for the first time five years ago. Had nothing changed in all those years? The only villager who cared for him had been gone for several months because of his work, and Jack’s beard had become wild and his hair long and sticky. I decided to cut his hair, but he was very restless. Suddenly, he began to shout at me and ran wildly through the room. Normally I can’t understand what he says, but this time he clearly said things like, “Leave me alone. I didn’t do it.” What pain he must have felt in his heart. His sister is convinced that he will get better if he gets a wife, so she found a lady in prison willing to marry him. But, because of his condition, someone must be a guarantee for him in case he harms her, and no one in the village was found to be willing. Though we fully understand why, this was another rejection for him. As usual I sang and prayed for him. Something in his eyes felt positive to me. Except for today he’d always been quiet with me, and I believe he feels some love when I’m with him—something of the Lord Himself. We don’t always know what our love does to others and must let go of the results.