Three days in the back of a flat bed truck.
10 hours and 49 minutes the first day,
8 hours and 55 minutes the second day,
and 4 hours and 45 minutes the third.
Imagine 7 americans, a handful of natives, a bunch of luggage, and random bags of fruit all pilled into this little vehicle…..
This is the life of a missionary, this is my life.
We accompanied our contact on this crazy weekend trip
in order to visit, pray over, and encourage small churches and fellow Christ followers
up the coast of Mozambique.
One morning we pull off to the side of the road around the corner from the bakery where we waited for our daily bread and Bajeda’s….which are similar to a falafel…kind of.
Our contact Feleto explained to us that about 15 years ago he had held an outreach in this little town and one of the gentlemen that received the Lord that evening was now pasturing a church here. He has arranged to quickly meet up with him while we were driving through so we had the chance to meet him. Accompanied with a big smile, the old man slowly made his way up to our truck as he leaned with hunched back onto his walking stick. They chatted and then we all prayed over him. We cried out to the Lord all at once and in a beautiful chorus of about 10 different voices and prayed blessing over him, prayed that the Spirit would continually move in him, and that His will would be done. Not even a minute after we finished we had a reassembled ourselves in the truck, but as it turns out the Lord had more for that moment then we knew. A petite middle aged women shyly peeked into the truck and asked our contact if she could have prayer. As we gathered around her she asked again and again, ‘Are you sure this is free, are you sure, are you sure I don’t have to pay?’
We reassured he and told her of the great price that had ALREADY been paid by the blood of Christ…
….then we proceeded to pray.
As we did this, people from every which way started making their way closer to our group. Person after person asked for prayer, and soon we were surrounded by a constant flow of 30+ people. Most of them wanted healing…..Back pain, body aches, eye pain, sore feet, years of ongoing sickness, inability to move certain joints, you name it, we prayed healing over it, and commanded it to be gone.
One gentleman could not lift his right arm any higher then his shoulder without just physically moving it with his left. He showed us the tins cuts and scars on his shoulder that the witch doctor has made when he visited her for help. You could see the frustration and pain in his face because those ‘remedies’ had obviously yielded no results.
We cried out ,
in a mix of loud powerful voices and passionate whispers for God to touch this man and heal him.
And you know what,
He did.
We finished praying, the man lifted his arm high, and a big smile crept across his face. He left shaking his head, lifting his arm again and again, and laughing to him self. Countless people were healed that day, and as they left they made their way to friends and family to speak of what what been done. This not only produced more of a crowd, but also a group of ladies literally running from their homes to our truck so as not to miss their chance for prayer. Long after we left the Lord continued to work in that town and the story of His power spread. We received many phone calls from those who were healed wanting to know when we were coming back. A church WILL be started their…. one of the men who was healed gave our contact a piece of land to build on because, he said,
‘I must see my village saved’.
That morning we didn’t set out to heal a village, but we did set out with expectations to see God move…however that might look, and He didn’t disappoint.
Are you expecting God to move today…even amongst the little things, like buying bread?
Just open your eyes and see what He will do.
ALL MY LOVE!
Liv
