Minna's Journey

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Zapped Away - Journey with Minna

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You arrive in the jungle, a dense green wall surrounding you, the air thick with humidity. Minna, clutching your hand, gazes in wonder at the strange plants and the exotic birds.
Minna: (wide-eyed, whispering) This place is beautiful! It's like a fairy tale!
You smile down at her, your heart brimming with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. You know you're here to share the Good News with the people of this tribe, but you also sense their resistance.
You: (thinking) I need to find a way to approach them. They seem hesitant.
You and Minna watch from a distance, hidden behind a screen of leafy foliage. The tribe is gathered around a large stone, chanting rhythmically. They wear colorful garments adorned with feathers and beads, their faces painted with intricate designs.
Minna: (whispering) They look like the people in my story book! But they don't have wings.
You nod, recognizing the similarity to the ancient myths Minna loves. The tribe seems to worship the stone, offering sacrifices of fruits and flowers. It's a stark contrast to the quiet reverence of Christian worship.
You: (thinking) How can we bridge the gap? They have their own beliefs, deeply ingrained in their culture.
Days pass, and you and Minna observe the tribe's daily life, trying to understand their rituals and beliefs. They are a close-knit community, deeply connected to nature and their ancestors. You notice they often speak to the stone, seeking guidance and comfort.
Minna: (pointing at a woman) She's talking to the stone, like she's talking to someone inside!
You gently explain that in their beliefs, the stone represents a powerful spirit who watches over them. The woman's voice is filled with reverence as she pours out her heart to the stone, sharing both joy and sorrow.
You: (thinking) This stone is like their God, a symbol of their faith. How can I show them the true God, the God of love and sacrifice?
You approach a group of women gathering fruits. They stop their work, eyes wary as they look at you and Minna. You try to smile reassuringly, holding out a small basket of colorful flowers you have gathered.
You: We mean no harm. We are just trying to understand your ways.
One woman steps forward, her gaze fixed on you. She speaks in a language you don't understand, gesturing towards the stone.
Minna: (whispering to you) Maybe she's talking about the stone God?
You: (thinking) I need to find a way to bridge the language barrier. I need to understand their heart, to find common ground.
You spend days learning basic words and phrases from the tribe members, their patience and kindness surprising you. You discover that they are a people who value respect, tradition, and community. They are curious about your culture as well.
Minna: (trying to speak their language)  'Hello!'  I'm trying to learn your language. It's so hard!
The tribe members laugh, their eyes twinkling with amusement. They are patient with Minna's attempts, encouraging her to keep trying.
You: (thinking) I'm starting to understand them better. Their language is rich and expressive, full of respect for the natural world. Perhaps through language, I can reach their hearts.
You gather the tribe members around a fire, using hand gestures and your limited language skills to tell them a story. You speak of Jesus, the Son of God, who came to Earth to save humanity.
You: Jesus was born in a humble manger, but he grew up to be a powerful teacher, healing the sick and showing love to everyone.
Minna: (holding up a small wooden cross) Jesus was nailed to a cross, but he rose again from the dead! This cross represents his love for us.
The tribe members listen intently, their expressions a mix of curiosity and skepticism. Some are captivated by the story, while others remain unconvinced.
You: (thinking) I need to find a way to connect this story to their lives, to show them Jesus' relevance in their own culture.
You tell them about the power of prayer, how talking to God can bring comfort, strength, and hope. You explain that even when facing challenges, they can turn to God for guidance and support.
You: Jesus taught us to pray, to communicate with God. He said that even if we only ask for a small thing, God will give us what we need.
Minna: (with a hopeful smile) Maybe we can pray to God to help us understand each other better.
You smile at Minna's innocent faith. The tribe members look at you, their eyes filled with a mixture of uncertainty and curiosity. They are used to seeking guidance from their ancestors and the spirits of nature. Will they be open to the power of prayer?
You: (thinking) I'm taking a leap of faith. I hope they will trust me, trust Jesus, and experience his love for themselves.
You close your eyes and silently pray, asking for God's guidance and strength. You feel a calmness wash over you, a sense of peace amidst the uncertainty. Minna, sensing your quiet intensity, takes your hand and squeezes it gently.
Minna: (whispering)  I'm praying too, for everyone to understand Jesus' love.
You open your eyes, feeling a renewed hope. You see the tribe members looking at you, some with curiosity, others with skepticism. You feel a stirring within you, a desire to share the love of God with these people, regardless of their response.
You: (thinking) I can't force them to believe, but I can show them the love of God in my actions.
You share a meal with the tribe members, breaking bread and sharing stories. They offer you some of their traditional dishes, made with local ingredients and cooked over an open fire. The food is unfamiliar, but delicious, and you savor every bite.
Minna: (trying a new fruit) This is so good! It's sweet and juicy.
You smile at Minna's enthusiasm. During the meal, you share stories about your culture, your experiences, and your love for Jesus. You learn about their traditions, their struggles, and their hopes for the future.
You: (thinking) Sharing a meal is a powerful symbol of unity and friendship. Maybe through this simple act, we can start to build trust and understanding.
You offer to help the tribe build a new house for an elderly woman who lives alone in a small, dilapidated hut. The tribe members are hesitant at first, but they eventually accept your offer, seeing your genuine desire to help.
Minna: (carrying a small pile of branches) We can do it! It'll be a beautiful house for the old woman.
You work alongside the tribe members, learning their building techniques and sharing your knowledge. You teach them how to use tools you've brought with you, and you encourage Minna to help too. The work is tiring, but it's also rewarding, as you watch the house slowly take shape.
You: (thinking)  Building a house is a tangible act of love, a way to show them that we care. Maybe this act of service will open their hearts to the love of Jesus.
You teach the tribe members a simple Bible verse, one that resonates with their values of community and compassion: 'Love your neighbor as yourself.' You use simple gestures and pictures to illustrate the meaning of the verse, making it relatable to their lives.
Minna: (pointing to the verse)  This one is easy to remember! It's like saying 'be kind to everyone'!
The tribe members listen intently, some nodding in agreement. You see a flicker of understanding in their eyes, a recognition of the shared values of kindness and love.
You: (thinking)  This verse speaks to their heart, reminding them of the importance of community and caring for one another. Maybe this is the seed that will blossom into faith.
You gather the tribe members around a fire once again, sharing a story about Jesus' sacrifice. You tell them how he willingly gave his life on the cross to save humanity from sin and death. You describe his selfless love and his willingness to suffer for others.
You: Jesus died for us, even though we didn't deserve it. He showed us the true meaning of love, the kind of love that gives without expecting anything in return.
Minna: (holding a small wooden cross)  This cross reminds us of Jesus' love. He died for us, so we can live with God forever.
The tribe members listen with a mixture of wonder and awe. Some are moved by the story of Jesus' sacrifice, while others remain skeptical. You sense a stirring within them, a curiosity about the God who would offer such a sacrifice.
You: (thinking)  This story is the core of our faith, the foundation of our hope. I hope they can see the depth of Jesus' love, the power of his sacrifice.
You kneel down before the fire, closing your eyes and praying for the tribe members. You ask God to open their hearts to his love, to help them understand the message of Jesus' sacrifice. You pray for them to find peace and hope in their lives.
Minna: (placing her hand on your shoulder)  We're praying with you.
The tribe members watch you silently, their faces a mix of curiosity and respect. You feel a deep sense of peace as you pray, knowing that God is listening and that his love is powerful enough to reach even the most hardened hearts.
You: (thinking)  I'm not the one who will bring them to God, it's his love that will open their eyes. I'm simply a tool, a vessel for his grace.
You gather the tribe members around the fire once more. You ask them to share their beliefs, their hopes, and their fears. You listen patiently, trying to understand their worldview and their spiritual needs.
You: Tell me about your beliefs, about what you believe in. What gives you hope? What brings you comfort?
The tribe members begin to share their stories, their voices filled with passion and conviction. They speak of their ancestors, their connection to nature, and their belief in spirits that watch over them. They express their hopes for their community, their dreams for a better future.
Minna: (listening intently) They believe in spirits, but they're not like Jesus. He's the real God.
You: (thinking)  I'm starting to see the beauty and the truth in their beliefs. Maybe I can show them that Jesus is the fulfillment of what they already seek.
You start to sing a hymn about God's creation, a beautiful melody that speaks of the wonder and majesty of the natural world. Minna joins in, her voice sweet and clear. The tribe members listen with a mixture of curiosity and awe. Some even begin to hum along, drawn in by the melody and the message of the hymn.
You: This song is about the world God created, about the beauty and wonder of everything around us. It's about how God loves us and cares for us.
Minna: (singing)  'The heavens declare the glory of God, and the firmament shows his handiwork.'
As the hymn fades, a sense of peace settles over the group. You see a glimmer of hope in the eyes of the tribe members, a recognition of the shared beauty and wonder of creation. They have been touched by the power of music, by the love that flows from the song.
You: (thinking) Maybe God is using this song to touch their hearts, to open them to the truth of his love.
You ask the tribe members about their dreams for the future. They share their hopes for their community, their desire for peace and prosperity, and their longing for a better life for their children.
You: What are your dreams for the future? What do you hope for your community, for your children?
They speak of their fears, of the challenges they face, but also of their enduring hope. You sense a deep longing in their hearts, a yearning for something more, something beyond their current circumstances.
Minna: (looking at the stars)  I dream of a world where everyone knows Jesus and lives in peace.
You: (thinking)  Their dreams are so similar to ours, a desire for peace, love, and a better future. Maybe Jesus can fulfill those dreams, bring them the hope they long for.
You offer to help the tribe build a school for their children, a place where they can learn and grow. They are hesitant at first, but they eventually accept your offer, seeing your sincere desire to help their community.
You: I believe education is important for every child. It can help them build a better future for themselves and their families.
The tribe members gather materials, using their traditional building techniques, while you teach them new methods and tools. Minna helps with enthusiasm, carrying small branches and sharing her own knowledge about books and learning.
Minna: (smiling) We're building a school! It's like a palace for learning!
You: (thinking) Building a school is a tangible act of love, a way to show them our commitment to their future. It's also a chance to share the love of Jesus in a practical way.
You gather the tribe members, including the children, for a special prayer. You pray for their safety, their well-being, and for God's blessing on the new school. You ask God to guide the children's learning and to fill their hearts with wisdom and understanding.
You: God, we ask you to bless these children, to guide their learning and to fill them with wisdom. May they grow in knowledge and in love for you.
Minna places her hand on a small child's head, her eyes filled with hope. The tribe members listen intently, their faces solemn and reverent. They feel the sincerity of your prayer, the deep love that you have for their children.
Minna: (whispering)  God loves all children, even the ones who don't know him yet.
You: (thinking)  I'm trusting in God's love and grace. I know he can work in these children's lives, even if they don't fully understand now. He can use this school as a place of learning and transformation.
You tell the tribe members a story about Jesus' love for children. You share the story of Jesus welcoming children to him, saying, 'Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.' You emphasize how much Jesus valued children and how important they were to him.
You: Jesus loved children so much that he said, 'Let the little children come to me.' He wanted to teach them about God's love and to show them how to live a good life.
Minna: (smiling) Jesus loved children! He wants to be their friend and teach them about God.
The tribe members listen attentively, their eyes softening as they hear the story of Jesus' love for children. Some nod in agreement, while others look thoughtful. You sense that the story is touching their hearts, opening them to the possibility of a loving and compassionate God.
You: (thinking)  Sharing this story is a powerful reminder of Jesus' love for all people, especially the most vulnerable. Maybe it will plant a seed of faith in their hearts.
You teach the tribe members a simple prayer for the children, a prayer for their safety, their health, and their well-being. You guide them through the prayer, repeating the words slowly and clearly.
You: 'Dear God, please watch over these children. Keep them safe and healthy. Help them to grow in wisdom and in love for you.'
Minna joins in, her voice soft and sweet. The tribe members repeat the prayer after you, their voices filled with hope and reverence. You feel a sense of unity as you pray together, a shared commitment to the well-being of the children.
Minna: (with a gentle smile) We're praying for the children. We want them to be happy and safe.
You: (thinking)  Praying together is a powerful way to connect with God and with each other. It's a reminder that we're all part of a larger community, a family united in faith and love.
You gather the tribe members around the fire one last time. You ask them if they'd like to learn more about Jesus, about his life, his teachings, and his love for them. You assure them that they are free to ask any questions, to explore their doubts and curiosities.
You: I've shared some stories about Jesus, and I hope they've touched your hearts. Would you like to learn more about him, about his life and his message?
The tribe members look at each other, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty. Some nod their heads, while others remain silent. You sense a shift in their attitudes, a willingness to consider the possibility of a new faith.
Minna: (holding a small wooden cross)  We can tell you more stories about Jesus. He's our friend, and he loves you too.
You: (thinking) This is a moment of great potential. I'm hopeful that they are ready to open their hearts to Jesus' love.
END: You did it! You built a church with a few members. Your heart is full of joy, and you know that this is just the beginning. God is working in this community, spreading his love and grace.

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The Missionary story - Journey with Minna

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Mother Teresa, her kind face crinkled with age, walks through the bustling market, her worn sari billowing gently in the breeze.
Mother Teresa : The air is thick with the scent of spices and the sounds of bartering. (A smile spreads across Mother Teresa 's face) It's a vibrant, chaotic symphony of life.
Mother Teresa : She spots a young boy, his eyes wide with hunger, clutching a tattered piece of cloth. (She walks towards him)
Mother Teresa pulls out a small, warm chapati from her bag, a gentle smile on her lips.
Mother Teresa : Here you go, little one. (She offers the chapati to the boy) You look hungry.
Mother Teresa tries to understand the boy's words, but they sound like a melody she's never heard before.
Mother Teresa : (She tilts her head, trying to decipher the words) I don't understand, my child.
The boy points to his empty stomach and then to the market, his eyes pleading.
Mother Teresa : (She smiles warmly at the boy) Wait here. I'll be right back.
Mother Teresa navigates the crowded market, her eyes scanning the stalls. She spots a vendor selling brightly colored fruits, and decides to buy some for the boy.
Mother Teresa : (She returns to the boy, holding a bunch of juicy mangoes) Here you go, little one. These look delicious.
The boy's eyes light up as he takes the mangoes. He peels one and takes a bite, savoring the sweet taste.
Mother Teresa : (She watches the boy eat, her heart filled with warmth) It seems you like mangoes. (She pats the boy's head gently)
The boy nods enthusiastically, his smile brighter than the sun.
The boy, his face radiant with joy, throws his arms around Mother Teresa, squeezing her tightly. 
Mother Teresa : (She laughs softly, wrapping her arms around the boy) You are a sweet child. 
The boy, still clinging to Mother Teresa, points to his stomach again, then looks at the market, as if to say, 'Thank you. I'm happy, but I'm still hungry.'
Mother Teresa : (She kneels down, taking the boy's hand) Let us pray together, little one. (She closes her eyes and whispers a prayer)
Mother Teresa prays for the boy's well-being, for a full stomach and a happy heart.
Mother Teresa : (She stands up and smiles at the boy) Now, come, let's find you some more delicious food.
The boy takes Mother Teresa's hand and leads her through the winding alleys of the market, his small steps quick and determined. He stops in front of a quaint little bakery, its window filled with pastries and breads. 
Mother Teresa : (She smiles, impressed by the boy's choice) This looks like a wonderful place. (She turns to the boy) What kind of bread would you like, my child? 
The boy's finger points to a golden brown loaf of bread, its crust slightly cracked and its aroma filling the air with warmth. 
Mother Teresa : (She smiles) That looks wonderful! (She turns to the baker) Could you please give us one of those loaves?
The baker, a kind-faced man with flour dusting his apron, nods and carefully places the bread in a paper bag. He hands it to Mother Teresa with a smile.
Mother Teresa : (She looks at the baker, concern in her eyes) Do you know this boy? Where does he come from?
The baker, a little surprised by the question, shakes his head slowly.
Baker: I've seen him around, but he never seems to have anyone with him. He's always alone.
Mother Teresa : (She turns back to the baker, her eyebrows furrowed) Do you think he speaks our language? I've tried talking to him, but he only points and gestures.
Baker: I'm not sure. He seems to understand when I tell him what I'm selling, but I've never heard him speak.
The baker shrugs, a look of uncertainty on his face. The boy, meanwhile, stares at the loaf of bread, a small smile playing on his lips.
Mother Teresa : (She kneels down to the boy's level, a gentle smile on her face) Come, let's try to understand each other. (She points to her own eyes and then to the boy's, then to the loaf of bread)
Mother Teresa uses a mix of gestures and facial expressions to convey her meaning. The boy watches her intently, his eyes bright with curiosity. 
(She points to herself, then to the boy, then to the bakery, miming eating) This is you, this is me, this is bread. We're sharing food.
The boy copies Mother Teresa's gestures, but his actions have a different meaning. He points to his eyes, then to the bakery, then to himself, as if to say, 'This is me, this is bread, this is my bakery. I work here.'
Mother Teresa : (She frowns slightly, her brow furrowed with confusion) Oh, I see. You work here? (She points to the loaf of bread again) This bread, you made it?
The boy nods enthusiastically, beaming with pride.
Mother Teresa : (She smiles warmly at the boy) It looks delicious! You must be a very good baker.
The boy's eyes widen, and he beams with pride. He grabs the loaf of bread and holds it up, as if to show off his creation.
Mother Teresa : (She pats his head gently) You are a very talented young man.
Mother Teresa : (She looks at the boy with concern) Do you have a family?  A mother, a father, brothers or sisters?
The boy's smile falters, and he looks down at the floor. He shakes his head slowly, his eyes welling up with tears.
Mother Teresa : (She reaches out and gently touches his arm) It's alright, my child. I understand.
Mother Teresa : (She pulls the boy into a warm embrace) There, there. Everything will be alright. (She closes her eyes and whispers a prayer)
Mother Teresa prays for comfort and strength for the young boy, her heart heavy with compassion.
Mother Teresa : (She pulls back, her eyes filled with love) You are not alone, my child. I will help you.
Mother Teresa : (She looks at the boy, her eyes filled with determination) I know what I must do. (She takes his hand) Come, my child. You will be my son. You will never be alone again.
The boy looks up at Mother Teresa, his eyes filled with wonder and hope. He squeezes her hand tightly, a small smile gracing his lips.
END: Mother Teresa  and the boy start a new chapter in their lives, filled with love and warmth!

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