Where Is That Soul, Lord? - Canvassing Story Part 3

By: A Student of Canvasser

     During the recent Eid holiday, I joined a canvassing program in Bandung with a passionate team of fellow missionaries. I was excited—but one day, I woke up feeling unwell. My head was heavy, my body weak, and my spirit low. I wanted to rest, but something in me whispered, "Go—not for yourself, but for the team, especially the first timers who need encouragement."

        By midday, my body gave in, and I had to rest in the car. I closed my eyes and prayed quietly for strength. After a short rest and a light meal, I felt a little better. I hadn’t sold a single book yet—only handed out a few tracts—but my heart longed to make a true connection. So I prayed,

“Lord, where is that soul? Please lead me to them.”

        That prayer renewed me. Soon, I met a man sitting alone by the roadside. He was unemployed, recently injured by a car battery, homeless, and deeply burdened. I listened, prayed with him, and gave him Patriarchs and Prophets, hoping it would bring him comfort and hope.

    Later that afternoon, even as the rain poured down, we visited a housing area. There I met Fajar. When I shared that I was from an Adventist university, his eyes lit up. He had always been curious about Adventists. We talked about the Sabbath, healthy living, and who Jesus is to us. He listened intently and asked meaningful questions.

    Before I left, he chose a vegan cookbook and donated twice its value—not because of the book itself, but because he believed in the mission. I was deeply moved—not by the money, but by how clearly God had answered my prayer.

“Let us not grow weary while doing good, for in due season we shall reap if we do not lose heart.” – Galatians 6:9 (NKJV)

    That day reminded me canvassing is not about numbers or sales. It’s about being God’s instrument, meeting people where they are, and sharing light in their darkness. Even in our weakness, God is strong. He doesn’t need us to be perfect—just willing. I found my passion again that day, and I’m grateful to be a part of His work.

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