Sorry for delay on the blogs, but I figured there might be a few people out there who would get a kick out of what God is doing around the world. My team spent most of our time in a small village about 70 km out side of Ongole called Darsi. We slept on the floor of a church with bars for windows and used our tents for mosquito nets. At about 3pm everyday we would climb into a small “Tuc Tuc” and head out to an even smaller village for ministry. We would literally show up, rest and have some Indian beverage, visit between 20 to 75 houses, and then put on a program at the village church. We usually wouldn’t get back to Darsi until midnight to 2am.
Healings are something that I grew up hearing/reading about (in the Bible) but never really heard about in my time. Sure we always pray for sick and injured people to be healed but did I really buy into it before the race. Not really. To me it was something that was there but I didn’t actually believe in it with all my heart. I guess it took a week of training camp stories and hearing stories from “the field” to somewhat believe in it.
Over the course of the first three months of my race, I had more of hunger and passion to see, experience, and know God more than I have ever had in my life. Reading past racers blogs about casting out Demons and healing the sick was nopt only fueling a passion inside me to experience theses things.
Anyone that has ever picked up a Bible and read the Gospel know that Jesus asks a few thinks of us: love your neighbor, love God, honor your mom and dad, go make disciples of all nations. The list goes on and on. He also gives us the authority to heal every disease and sickness and cast out every demon through Him. Read Luke 10 if you don’t believe me. I had heard all of these things before but never really thought that I would see them happen. The Lord gave me a heart for this kind of ministry before the Race in training camp when one of the AIM staff gave a talk on what we can expect to see. I remember her just repeating””
I never would have imagined that I would be in some village in bumble India watching Jesus heal people first hand. After we had our rest period we would go house to house praying over the sick, the blind, the demon possessed, and the lame. God healed almost all of them in front of us.
Since i have left India i have seen the Holy Spirit move in many different ways than it did in that country. Even though it hasen't looked the same, it all works for the better of the Kingdom. I will never forget the look on a blind woman's face after her sight was restored, the look of an astonished village after a man with crippled legs dances in the dirt, or the feeling of freedom that a village chief felt after he received Jesus as his Savior.
