One thing I never expected before coming on the Race and
travelling abroad was the vast number of Mormon missionaries throughout the
nations. No joke, they are everywhere.
In the D.R., at the house where 4 of our teams were living
together we had our first personal interaction with them, and actually had two
of them living and serving there to come over to our house per their request.
We allowed them to say their peace, asked some questions, and told them about
our faith and mission. With love we pressed in, showed them respect and
approached them with kindness rather than reproach. And before they left we
ever got to stand around them and pray our hearts out over them.
It was then that I felt the first crack in my heart for
those boys, so unaware of the way my heart was going to break for them in the
time to come.
After they left we circled up as a group, holding hands and
praying with all our might for them. Our hearts ached to see boys so wholly,
purely and steadfastly devoted to what they believed to be OUR God, our Jehovah
Jirah, our God of love, but actually serving Satan as they devoted their lives
to a false prophet.
In the months that followed we saw many more Mormons,
dressed in their black slacks and white button up, evangelizing almost every country
we’ve gone to. Of them all, Mozambique had the most that I have seen yet, other
than America of course. One Monday, on one of our trips into Beira for internet
and groceries we saw a cluster of them waiting outside the Shoprite, and in the
interest of Shannon’s curiosity, we went over to talk to them. They were super
friendly and we got to just talk to them about their mission program, and the
bases they had from Beira to Dondo and all the way to Mafimbisse. During that
chat we found out that Mondays were the days that these particular Mormons had
off, and when they came into town for Shoprite and internet. Then getting to
internet we saw a whole group of them on the computers.
The week we left Mozambique we took our final trip into town
to get internet, get our travel day food, and handle any last minute business,
and it wasn’t until we got into town that we realized it was indeed Monday, and
the grocery stores and internet were going to be full of Mormons.
We decided to go to internet first and walked into a large
group of them on most of the computers, so after a quick trip across the street
for ice cream, came back and took our seats to wait. As soon as I sat down I
felt God telling me to pray for them. As I started praying, I began to feel
such a heavy presence of darkness that was filling the entire place, and I
could feel the anger and agitation of the demons present as I prayed my heart
out against them.
And then in the midst of all that I felt my heart tangibly break for each of those boys in there.
Out of nowhere I had this… idk…. Maternal instinct fall over me, and I just
wanted to hug them, and show them what the true love of God really is, and
console them. I felt for the first time in such intensity what God’s heart
feels like as He loves them but is pained by how lost they are. So I prayed
harder and harder, no longer able to pray in my words but freely praying in the
spirit, asking to freedom over them, casting out the lies of Satan which
absolutely bind them, and praying God’s abundant love over each of them.
I prayed for a good while, until at last we got computers,
and then while sitting next to Shannon, she and I got to talk to one of them
who was sitting next to her. It was such a good and easy going conversation and
we got to tell him and those around him all about the World Race and our
ministry. After leaving we ran into a few more of them from the internet at the
restaurant we ate at and joked with them about their lack of free time and
constant uniform.
By the time we ran into them again at Shoprite we were
laughing, joking that they had to be following us. When we left we got to talk
to the same ones we had the good talk with at internet. We actually talked for
a long while, sharing our hearts for the Lord, discussing our adaptations to
Mozambique and so much more. When we finally parted ways we left smiling and
promising them that we would be praying for them.
As we walked to the bus place, all we could talk about was
those boys, Garret, Tyler, Dustin, and the very standoffish Elder Sessions. We
were blown away by the statistics of the scary vastly growing numbers of the
church and the reality of 55,000 Mormon missionaries currently abroad. So as we
talked and then prayed for them, Shannon commented that it, the growing Mormon
church and its heavy influence in the world, is something we Christians are not
praying enough about.
SO we began “Mormon Monday,” and we will be devoting
ourselves to coming together in prayer every Monday about the Mormon Church,
and we ask that you do the same. We pray for freedom for the lost souls so
devoted to darkness with hearts purely seeking the glory of the true God, but
led horribly astray. We pray against the chains of oppression that they are
bound by from the power of false prophecy. We pray against their ministries and
the hearts that they are trying to turn towards their cause. We pray against
the principalities of the Church. We pray as God leads us.
This is not a small matter, this is not a small group, or
powerless enemy…. This is a pandemic, and it is spreading fast. Did you know
that Mormonism is the fastest spreading “Christian” denomination at the present
time? This is something we can change, because this is something God can
change, and it starts with prayer. Join us. 🙂
