Pei was a fifty-two-year-old widow in Laos, raised the way her whole village was raised, worshipping ancestors and local spirits in a place where the government pushes atheism and neighbours warn that following the God of foreigners will offend the gods of home.
Then a salesman came through and, somewhere between selling his goods, told her about Jesus. Salvation as a gift, not a payment. Pei believed it. She let go of the ancestor worship she had carried her whole life and quietly followed Jesus instead.
The cost at her own front door She was discipled in secret for four months, growing strong enough to speak. The first people she told were her daughter and her son-in-law, who happens to be a policeman. They did not celebrate. He threatened her, saying that if she did not stop believing in Jesus, they would report her, jail her, or throw her out. In June they made good on it, tossing her clothes into the yard and telling her to go live with the people who gave her this Jesus.
She went. She did not go back. A widow with nothing chose Jesus over a roof, because she had found something no one could evict from her heart.
Following Jesus is not always safe, but it is always worth it. What Pei found is worth more than what it cost her, and it is offered to you too.
