We finally made it to South India after a 24 hour delay, 2 flights, 3 days of orientation, and a 8 hour bus ride to our final destination.
We are currently having all squad month where all 7 teams are living in the same building, but in the evenings go out to their different ministries. For the first few months of the race I am team leading two teams— The Imitators and The Seekers.
The first week I decided to go with the Imitators— doing ministry with them & sitting in on team times.
The Imitators ministry for this month is helping to cultivate health and sanitation by bringing awareness to rural villages by giving them knowledge and suggestions on how to maintain cleanliness. We also were told we would daily be preaching the gospel after our “sanitation presentation” and have the opportunity to pray for those in need from the local village.
The first night of ministry we finished our presentation and sharing the gospel and had people come forward who wanted to be prayed over. After a few people, a man approached me motioning towards his throat. I prayed, nothing. I prayed again, nothing. He then motioned towards his right arm which was bound— tight and his fingers curled into a clenched fist, unable to relax it. So I prayed over his arm. As soon as I finished and said “amen”, he said “Amen, Amen, Amen!” Which surprised me, mostly because I wasn’t even praying over his throat anymore, but so so thankful to see healing.
Healing is a process. Although I heard someone speak who hadn’t before— he could only say “Amen” for the time being, but I’m confident that the Lord is continuing to work on him, just like he continues healing things in my life.
I want to be like this man, I want my first words to be ones that exhaust Jesus— even when it wasn’t what I was looking for. I want to continue praising the small victories and how sweet that his first word was “amen” which means ‘so be it’.
