Jackson, Ms.

July 22, 2025

She walked barefoot across hot pavement, maybe 25 years old, dirty but radiant. I asked if she knew Jesus. She said, “I’ve heard about Him.” I shared His love. Her eyes lit up. She prayed with me—childlike faith rose up in the middle of chaos. She made a decision to follow Jesus, right there in the middle of the jungle of people and skyscrapers.