Welcome, Reading Friends and New Subscribers! Thanks for joining us for “Windowsill Christian, a Short Story”. God intends to use everyone. One of my joys in the ministry is witnessing yet another member of the body of Christ realizing what their usefulness is for God. God uses us especially in our weakness, even in the area in which we think we’d not be useful. I’ve seen God use personality differences, crippled bodies, speech impediments, and illiteracy—all for Himself. In the context of persecution inside Pakistan, I wrote the following story to emphasize that God can and will use anyone willing to be used by Him. How does God use you?—David Telbat
by D.I. Telbat
Jamir used his crutches to move closer to the window in a Peshawar middle-class house. Sitting on the sill, he opened the window and watched the busy street below. Not far away, he’d lost his leg above the knee in one of Pakistan’s deadliest suicide attacks. Now, he was an invalid—useless, and inconsequential. Or so it seemed.
The sun’s reflection on a mirror flashed across his face, making him blink. He spotted the person who’d used a tiny mirror to signal him—a woman in a burqa across the street. Cautiously, he studied the street. There were strangers down there, but he could identify shoppers from criminal prowlers and undercover police. Even the Muslim extremist spies had a unique look to them. Usually, they kept their heads down and eyes diverted, as they scrutinized trespassers of their Islamic law.
The street seemed clear. To the common observer, Jamir guessed his next gesture wouldn’t appear to be anything but casual, but it was made intentionally. He picked up an empty cup and pretended to drink from it. That was the “all clear” signal. If he would’ve closed the window, then the woman below would’ve walked away. Christians couldn’t be too careful in Pakistan.
The woman crossed the street and entered the building below Jamir’s window. Only then did he stand with his crutches and close the window. Now, no one else would interrupt his contact with the woman in the burqa, who was certainly intent on remaining secret as well.
There was a knock on his door. Jamir opened it wide, leaning heavily on his crutches. The middle-aged woman entered quickly and gave him a piece of paper, while her eyes remained downcast. Hurriedly, Jamir read the letter. Across the city, another Christian church had formed; eight people were gathering regularly. They needed Bibles and someone to teach them. The address on the paper was in a dangerous neighborhood where many extremists frequented. What a great place for the presence of Jesus Christ to rise up!
Using a candle, Jamir burned the letter and dropped the ashes into the kitchen sink.
“I’ll delver your message,” Jamir said. He noticed the woman staring at the stump of his missing leg. “Is there something else?”
“My son built bombs for suicide bombers,” she said, lifting her head. “How were you injured?”
“The All Saints Church massacre.” He moved to the door. It wasn’t safe for guests to stay long. “Was it your son’s bomb?”
“I think so. I am sorry.”
“I’m not. I was a lost sinner. While I was in the hospital, an evangelist of Jesus Christ visited and led me to the Only Way, Truth, and Life.”
“And now you risk much more for Him? After you have lost so much already?”
“It’s because I’ve lost much already that I’m not afraid of losing more.” Jamir smiled. “It seems the more we lose, the more we gain.”
“Amen.” She ducked her head and exited the apartment.
Jamir placed his hand on the closed door and whispered a prayer for the stranger. She was probably part of the new fellowship across town. They would need much prayer in the days to come.
He returned to the window, opened it, and sat on the sill. Mentally, he repeated the address the woman had given him. The next day, he would pass it on to other underground Christian organizers to see to the needs of the new assembly.
Those days in Pakistan were precarious, but Jamir was happy to be alive and involved. Soon, Christ would return for His Church, and the work of His people would be fulfilled—even the work done by people with one leg.
Jamir smiled and watched the street, waiting for another signal from someone else who needed his help.
The End of Windowsill Christian, a Short Story.
NEWS: We are very close to having a couple of David’s projects ready for you! 1) STEADFAST Book One will be going on Pre-Order within the next couple of weeks! 2) CALLED TO GOBI will be in paperback in a couple of weeks as well! Watch for up-to-date news on our Novel Lineup News Page Here. Dee will have more details in her Wednesday, April 26 post.
NEWS #2: Within the next few days, we look forward to announcing the two winners of the Multi-Author Christian Fiction Giveaway! You will find that announcement on our Contests Page Here as soon as we have it.
COMING UP: Join us Wednesday as Dee Peeks from behind the screen with our April 2017 D.I. Telbat Christian Novel Update! And next Monday, we have another glimpse into the new upcoming Steadfast Series in, “3 Lessons from the Future in The Steadfast Series.”