True Missions Stories
Bangladesh: "God Is Greater" *
Worker Barry Jones* was ready to start the last day of special meetings that he was holding some distance away from his home in Dhaka, Bangladesh. But just as the service was about to start, he saw a young man approaching. Barry recognized him as being from his church in Dhaka.
The man had traveled for two days to bring Barry a message, and it was not good news. Barry’s son Brian, who was three years old, had fallen and was bleeding from the head. That was all the man knew.
Barry knew he should get back to Dhaka as quickly as possible, and he was ready to leave immediately. But his friends said they couldn’t leave yet. The only way to travel to Dhaka was by boat along the canals, but the canals were backed up because of the tides. The rivers and canals were running in the opposite direction, away from Dhaka, so there was no way they could travel yet. They would have to wait until the tide changed.
The men told Barry to go ahead and finish the last youth meeting, then at the changing of the tide they would leave. Barry agreed, but holding that meeting was very difficult for he did not know what was happening to little Brian.
Six hours later, Barry and his friends headed to a river where they would meet up with a “launch.” A launch is a boat that holds about a hundred people, but in Bangladesh they often overload the boat and squeeze in two or three hundred people or more. Every year there are stories in the newspaper of launches capsizing and killing all the people.
The launch was six hours late. Barry and his friends stood for a long time, looking for the boat that wasn’t coming. Finally in the darkness of night, the launch pulled up. They dropped the gang plank, and people with bundles balancing on their heads clamored on and off the boat. Barry and his friends got on and found places to sit cross-legged on the deck in the wet, cold darkness.
Barry worried about Brian the entire way. He didn’t know if Brian was alive or dead, or if he would be permanently brain damaged. He began to feel doubts, wondering if this might mean the end of his work in Bangladesh. Many questions filled his heart. He wondered why a loving God would allow this to happen. He had faced so many challenges since coming to Bangladesh, yet it seemed like God had forgotten Bangladesh. Didn’t God care about this place? Didn’t God care about Barry and his son?
Twenty-six hours later, Barry arrived home and met his wife, Sara. As Sara told Barry the story, she began to cry. Brian's skull was fractured. They couldn’t move him anywhere because of the injury. After the bleeding stopped, a clear liquid had begun to flow out. This was the spinal fluid that surrounds the brain. Things did not look good for little Brian.
Barry went with Sara to the hospital. As he walked down the hospital hallway, he had no idea what Brian would look like nor how life-changing the situation might be. He was afraid to see his own son.
But as Barry and Sara entered the room and came near, Brian looked up and broke out in a big smile. He was going to be all right!
Barry doesn’t know at what moment God had healed his son, nor does he know whose faith God had honored. All he knows is that his own faith was shaken, but God proved faithful. Barry learned that God was greater than his own doubts. God had touched his little boy and healed him.
*Names changed due to sensitive nature