09/02/2021
God never fails. He provides.
THE UNEXPECTED VISITOR
By Darlene Gersava Sabandal
We were teenagers, college students serving for a year as teachers at a remote tribe high in the mountains. In their native language, the tribe called us sulads which in their language means brother or sister.
One morning, I woke up early to cook our breakfast but quickly discovered that we were out of rice, which is our staple food. We decided to cancel class for the day and hunt for sweet potatoes in the mountain side. We invited our students to come with us. But at the end of the day, we came home to our cottage tired, empty handed, and hungry. That night we went to bed with empty stomachs.
It was very late that night when I awoke to my name being called. I did not recognize the man's voice as he called from outside our cottage. I lay there terrified knowing that there were bad people in that place. I glanced at my fellow sulad and saw that she was fast asleep. Again, the man called my name urging me to open our door.
"Lord, if that person outside is a bad man, please frighten him away," I prayed. But the man kept calling so I changed my prayer to, "Lord, I will open the door but if the man is a bad person please protect us."
Gingerly, I opened the door. I was so frightened. I saw a man standing just outside our door but it was too dark to see his face. I asked who he was but his reply was, "Here, take the food first. My hands ae shaking from holding this bowl and this platter too long. Take the food. You and your fellow sulad need to eat."
I now recognized him as one of the men in the village. He had brought us some chicken soup and rice, both of which smelled so good. But first, I wanted to know why he was bringing us food and why so late at night. So I asked. His reply left me speechless.
“I was already sleeping when I was awakened by a persistent Voice saying, 'Cook some food and take it to the sulads because they have no food. They have not eaten anything all day.' So I got up. I have a chicken in our coop so I butchered it and cooked it. I also cooked some rice. Here they are. Now, call your fellow sulad and eat. I'll come back in the morning."
I awakened my fellow teacher and we ate together. We finished the whole platter full of rice and the big bowl of chicken soup. Tears flowed down our faces as we ate. Our hearts were full of gratitude and we felt God's love so keenly at that moment. He loved us so much that He wouldn't allow us to be hungry for too long. He even provided as He promised He would. After eating, we went back to bed.
When morning came, we still had no rice but for some reason we had a lot of sweet potatoes!
Three days later, very early in the morning a group of tribal leaders came to our hut. They looked around our cottage as if looking for something. I asked addressing them respectfully by their title, “Datu, what are you looking for?”
“We saw a man about 3:00 in the morning. He was carrying a big sack and he entered your cottage. Who was that man? Why did he enter your cottage? What was he doing here so early? What was in that big sack he was carrying?”
“I don't know,” I replied. “We don’t know of any man coming to our cottage.” My fellow teacher confirmed that she didn't know of any man coming to our cottage either. We were both puzzled. We had heard or seen nothing. Perhaps the man from the village had come back to bring us food?
"We know our own villagers! That man we do not know. He was much bigger than any of our men. He came from the opposite side of the village."
Suddenly I realized that they must had seen an angel. Feeling very excited, we calmly explained to the datus that they saw an angel because God knew that we had no food, so He sent us an angel to bring us a sack of food. Since that day until our year of service teaching in the mountains was completed, our rice bin never went empty. God always provided for all our needs as He promised.