What a thrill for my husband, Andy, and me to meet, in person, some of the people for whom we'd been praying, literally, for decades! This trip brought forth a lot of tears! I was in awe of the generosity of the Believers. They opened their workplaces and homes, offering to us cold drinks or a meal fit for an army. These were sacrifices of love as most of those we met were extremely poor.
Garbage City became a metaphor of what Jesus has done for me. He took away my filthy rags (Isaiah 64:6) and lifted me up, cleansed me by His blood and has given me great freedom, joy, and purpose.
We have prayed for Pastor Jack for decades, and he is exactly like Living Stones has said. He is a fireball of passion for the lost, a gifted evangelist, and a compassionate pastor. On our first Sunday in Egypt, we arose quite early to drive to Alexandria where Pastor Jack would preach two services. As we were driving, Jack abruptly pulled off to the side of the highway where a young Christian woman was injured and crying. Jack knew she was a Christian because her head wasn't covered, as Muslim women always have their heads covered. The girl tearfully told Jack that a man had abducted her and forced her into his car. She opened the car door while it was moving and rolled out, reasoning that this was her only way of escape. Abduction of Christian women/girls is quite common in Egypt, where Muslim men try to get them to renounce their faith in Jesus and convert to Islam. We waited for the police and ambulance to arrive.
