From the streets of India, to the hidden paths that lead to homes of witch doctors, to the streets of Chicago, where gangs rule, to an orphanage in China, Darren Wilson documents very personal encounters with God.
When my son Ted told me he wanted his dad and I to watch this film, I really didn't know what to expect. We are so prone to think of something outrageous when we hear the word "miracle" these days. I'm not even sure if we really believe in them anymore, and if we do, we think they happen in other places, to other people.
We expect big moments. Big encounters. Things that are unexplained and out of reach.
But this film brought something totally different.
It brought real, believable, tangible encounters, that can only be explained by a loving Father, who cares about the least of these.
There were moments of healing, moments of salvation, moments of gang members being changed, Muslims being loved on, witch doctors being in the presence of God and losing their courage, and divine encounters that can only be explained by the one who orchestrates them.
There were no flashy church services, no slick haired preacher yelling to repent, no 10 step program these people had to adhere to; just real love, on the streets, telling them about a savior, and their lives were being changed on the spot.
It was really life changing and moving.
But, there was one scene that I hope I never forget and it came toward the very end.
Two men, in India, who had every reason to stay at home, with others caring for them, yet they wouldn't dare. They were friends and probably in their 50's or older (or maybe just looked old, due to their hard lives).
One was blind - one had two lame feet. Both had canes.
They would go out on the streets, telling others about Jesus.
But here's the amazing part:
They rode a two-man bicycle - the lame man (with good eyes) would ride up front and steer; the blind man (with two good feet) would ride in back and pedal. Together they were one; each using what they had to offer - in order to ride the streets of a poverty stricken place - to tell others about the love of Christ.
How ashamed it made me.
Sometimes I don't even want to get in my car to go to church.
Sometimes I won't even walk next door to tell others about Jesus.
Many times I complain about what I have.
Many times I complain about what I don't have.
Many times I'm ungrateful.
And many times I'm apathetic.
And I could truly go on and on with ridiculous reasons why I don't share the love of Christ.
Why I don't inconvenience myself or go out of my way.
Why I don't take the time or make the effort.
And here are two men, who's bodies are broken, and yet, they are out doing what God has commanded us to do.
We need to be changed. We need to sacrifice more. We need to do more. We need to take spreading the gospel more seriously and view it more urgently than we do.
And we also need to remember that prayer in faith can move mountains. There is nothing God can't do, but most of the time, we don't ask. And sometimes when we ask - we don't truly believe.
I urge you to get a copy of this movie and spend an hour out of your time, to witness God at work.
It will and should change your life.