A STORY OF THE SPIRIT'S WORK

Two weeks ago, I went to call Dtoey, BuRuam, and Maidtrii to come join us for the Monday meal and to sing "malaam" music with us. They and some other men were sitting around drinking in BuRuam's house. They asked if we had whiskey at my house. I said, "No, but we've got oysters, fish, sticky rice, papaya salad and a kan and a glong (Isaan music instruments)." They refused to come on the grounds that we didn't have any whiskey. After I left and went back to the house, BuRuam later came and joined us. He shared a testimony of how after I had left him, he couldn't drink anymore. He would try to, but whenever he would take a sip, he would just cough it up. He felt God must have supernaturally inhibited him from drinking anymore because he wanted him to come to this meeting. He said he got goosebumps all over as he entered the meeting and knew something was up here. I've never know him to be particularly open to the gospel (in fact, they had just organized a big party out front of the community the night before for the occasion of his son's entering the Buddhist monkhood for 3 months), but he praised God effusely then. Last week, he was the first adult to show up to our gathering.