Here's a excerpt from a journal entry that came from this past week. It felt pertinent for summing up the spiritual atmosphere of Tanzania, and a snipit of what ministry was for us.
"I think that I have seen more hurting today than in the past few months combined. Sitting in this bible study, hearing women pray, voices breaking, quaking in choked up tears, their pleas of desperate prayers are heard. I realize, I have never hurt like this, my life has never been so broken, in need of the King Jesus to intervene. People here pray, not out of convenience, as I often have, but because their lives have experienced far too much, burdened by too much pain, and they MUST be saved.
What will it take, to make us children, so desperate for our Father, Saviour?
Doesn't Jesus heart break to hear these cries? Does His voice not sound the same as He prays to the Father? It is not their voices I hear, but His. It is not their hearts breaking, but His.
And we are meant for our hearts to break for what breaks His.
So what will it take, for a first world church, to be so joined in the Father's heart, that it relentlessly comes before Him in the same way as the Tanzanians?"
