Malawi was a really difficult month for me in several ways. One of the hardest parts was traveling to different villages every day. It’s not only the fact that daily traveling (on top of 9 months of traveling) is tiring, but it’s also that being in a different village everyday doesn’t really give you a chance to build relationships anywhere. Months that don’t provide for relational ministry are always difficult for me.
Freedom from Bondage
We were in the village of Malosa preaching and teaching among pastors and church members. At the end of our time, I was
preaching on the power of prayer. We invited anyone who would like prayer to come forward so that the body of Christ could gather around and pray for them. Blessing quickly stepped forward. She told me (through a translator) about a problem she was having with her eyes. Almost as an afterthought she mentioned that her husband had recently left her after she became a believer. She is praying for a new husband who loves the Lord. Immediately as I began to lay hands on her and pray for her, she collapsed to the floor. She just wept facedown before the Lord. I could feel God’s love resting so strongly upon Blessing. I begin to pray for the Lord to meet with her in His intimate love and just to love her to wholeness. I continued to pray over Blessing for about 15 minutes as she just sobbed, exposing her pain before the Lord, and inviting Him to love her in the midst of those most hurt places.
At most of our meetings with pastors and their wives, I taught on prayer. God has really been giving me a heart for prayer and intercession this year. He is lighting a fire in my heart for prayer and in turn He is giving me the opportunity to spark that fire in others. One day in particular, we were meeting with about 70 pastors and their wives. I was speaking on the power of prayer and the importance of praying as a unified body. We began to pray together on behalf of the church. I look up and one woman in particular was passionately crying out before the Lord. Tears were streaming down her face and she prayed for revival to come to the church. After the meeting, this woman and her baby climbed into the back of our pick-up truck. As we are bouncing down the dirt roads, she grabs my hand and begins speaking rapidly in Chichewa. The only phrase I can understand is “fire. Fire, fire in my heart!” One of the translators tells me that as we prayed today God was lighting a fire in this woman’s heart. It was beautiful knowing that she will remain and spread that fire throughout her home, her church, her village, and her nation.
