Halim lives in Indonesia and makes his living by going on his rounds picking up discarded items and recycling them. Some call him a rag-and-bone man, while others label him a waste collector. On occasion, he even makes the effort to refurbish an item so that he can resell it at a better price. This is the only way he knows how to make a living.
A few years ago, a TWR ministry leader went to China on a field trip and he had the opportunity to meet Ruth. Ruth was anew believer then. She is married and had a 12-year-old daughter. Her marriage, however, has been on the verge of divorce several times. Ruth’s husband is a compulsive gambler, and she has been physically abused by him. Not surprisingly, she has been leading a life filled with hurt, anger, and bitterness.
I walked to the front of my house, afraid of what I might see. “What if it’s there again?” I wondered to myself. Questions flashed through my mind: “What was going on? Who was trying to cause harm to my family? Who did we offend?” My heart sank the moment I laid eyes on the yellow rice and flowers sitting suspiciously on the front porch. “How can something so seemingly harmless be full of ill intentions?”
Lying on the floor, blood spilling from a leg wound suffered while working outdoors, the Colombian drug lord was without his usual contingent of bodyguards and had to turn elsewhere for solace.
For him, a TWR radio broadcast was like the voice crying in the wilderness.
Mark woke up one day ready to go about his business – robbery. Little did he know the tide was about to turn on his life.