For the forgotten

Years ago, I traveled to the Gobi Desert, Mongolia. In a gerr (tent house), I found an old woman sitting alone in a rag. A Mongolian sister, who went with me to the gerr, shared the message of Christ. She, as the dim light was passing through holes of the gerr, calmly listened to what she was speaking to her. She nodded her head as she was listening. Then, she received Jesus as her Lord and Savior. We joined hands and prayed together for her. A lonely and forgotten woman now received eternal life in heaven.