A pretty neat story that has unfolded since I got here.
I have two profs for Spanish school. Julissa and Johan, the first of which I prefer over the other (but that is beside the point.) I knew Johan was not a Christian and I had set a goal of changing him before I finished language school. So I prayed once for his heart.
He came to the mega-event, I think because he felt mandated to. Afterwards I was just working by myself, trying to get some sheets for this lady that was freaking out about her sheets. Johan came up to me and thanked me for being his student and that he can really feel my happiness. He said the event was really great. I really didn't pay much attention, because #1: I was busy and #2: He was speaking in English, and you can tell that someone doesn't have meaning behind their words when they aren't fluent. I kind of didn't really think of that conversation after that.
We had a Spiritual Retreat for Peruvians that wanted to grow more. Turns out that Johan went to that retreat and accepted Jesus and got baptized. He said that he wanted the joy that we have. He could see our happiness, and wanted to know more about how he could have it.
Kristen, Trevor, and I are always laughing in that class. We're always smiling and making fun of each other and you really can feel the love. Johan saw that and wanted in on it. It really expresses how valuable your actions are and how that can be your biggest witness. All I did was pray once and be myself in class. That was enough for Johan to want to know more about our joy. My job here is accomplished, anything else I do down here is extra and there is going to be a lot of extra.