saw death, addiction, and destruction replaced with life, hope, and freedom. Let me explain.
I’m so sick of sharing my testimonies. (It’s a good thing, I promise.) We’ve been visiting primary and high schools this month and speaking to the students. Our contact is very passionate about youth and even started a foundation to reach the youth of Ghana. When we visit we share testimonies and short messages. Before speaking to each class I ask God what he wants to me share. Due to the strongholds of this land and the problems the youth face, he’s asked me to share several stories and messages repeatedly. Even in the same day. That’s why I’m sick of sharing them.
It looks stupid to an outsider. This is a place where you’ll see people preaching fire and brimstone in the markets. What is a 5 min testimony going to do? A lot, actually. Imagine if you did this in America. Cell phones would come out and everyone would snicker at you.
Each time we speak I can literally FEEL God at work on their hearts.
*I see sincere and hungry looks in their eyes.
*We get deep thoughtful questions.
*Just our presence fills them with wonder at God’s love. It’s so great we came to Africa. That’s thought-provoking alone.
*We prayed with a girl to break a blood covenant.
*Another girl approached us to ask us about going into missions.
Their spirits heard it. Even if their ears and minds didn’t, their spirits heard it. I truly believe that. We pray that our seeds have fallen on rich soil and that something will begin to grow, even if the students are clueless. I trust God with the seeds we’re planting. I trust that the harvest will come. Our mustard seeds of testimonies and obedience have moved big strongholds from their lives to allow life to come in.
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We left Accra (the capital) to visit one of the provinces for several days. While we were there we had the opportunity to meet the governor. It was very strange actually. We waited more time to see him than we actually had with him. He didn’t say much to us, and didn’t seem to have much interest in us either. I have NO idea what the purpose of the visit was. All I know is that we got to bring the KINGDOM POWER into his office. We conversed for about 5 min and then offered to pray for him. I prayed and didn’t hold back. He got kingdom, whether he wanted it or not. Ok, so the story really wasn’t funny. But I find it funny that God used a pointless meeting to bring kingdom ruckus to his life and office. He’s put on my heart how important it is to minister to leadership and what a long lasting effect it can have. A mustard seed of a prayer moved a mountain. I don’t know what, but I trust his life is being transformed as we speak.
Thank God his ways are better and higher than our own. Thank God he can use the tiniest incident to change lives for eternity. I had no idea!
However, these things are intentional. We’re not just being good people, but we’re intentionally advancing the kingdom and intentionally stepping out in obedience. Revival comes when we advance the strong sharp Word of God and when we’re very obedient to him. It has nothing to do with routine. It has everything to do with intention, passion and desire. That’s how Christ served us.
So yes, if I have to share my testimony one more time, I might, even if it makes me vomit, which it might. If it will reconcile the lost, I’ll do it. Even if it’s a mustard seed of a thing and looks stupid (which it often does,) I’ll do it.
