Because Santisuk is a Christian school, we have the liberty to talk about God and Jesus. Tong and I explained to the students that the father is God and the rebellious son is us. The love the father had for his son is the same love God has for us - but more so. I couldn't help but explain more to them. The Bible says, "But while [the son] was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him, and kissed him" (Luke 15:20). The father was looking far out, waiting for his son to come home. God is waiting for us to come home to Him. We all live our lives like the lost son. But when we realize where we are, how desperate we are, and how needy we are, we run back to God. And God forgives us, runs to us, has compassion for us, throws His arms around us, and welcomes us back home. When one person repents of their sin and comes to know Jesus, there is a big party in heaven.
As Tong and I were talking and after I left his class, I was praying silently that God would create even a small spark in their souls. If even just one student studying at Santisuk became a Christian this month, we would all be the happiest people on earth. If just one of 160 people at this school accepted Jesus, I would be so incredibly joyful (and that doesn't even come close to describing how I would feel). The reason I am in Thailand is not to see the Grand Palace, or go to the crocodile farm, or go to the floating market. I am here to share the love of Jesus with the Thai students in my classes. They are my focus and priority for the remaining three weeks I'm here. And I don't want my passion for the lost to die after this trip. I want to go home and live in such a way that people can see Jesus in me.
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