Ministry in Guatemala has been AMAZING.
I spend most of my time with 2 different teams working with a local church in the closest town and working with the men and a local AIM staff member.
Throughout the last two weeks I have been apart of things that blow my mind. T-squad hears the voice of the Lord and walks in boldness because of that. They have seen people come to know the Lord, they have prayed for people who struggle with addictions, and they have prayed for healing over people who are seemingly incurable.
On Thursdays we have something called activation. Activation starts with the base staff members doing teachings throughout the morning, and we spend the afternoons going out to our ministry towns to really practice what we were just taught.
This last Thursday I went with a team to a small town called Los Corales placed in the hills surrounding the town we live in. We instantly went got out of the car to see what it is the Lord was placing on our hearts. A direction to go or a picture to look for.
Instantly a lot of the group speaks up and feels called to go back to a kid with a tumor on the side of his head. We get words for him like restoration, and testimony. So we head towards their house just a measly two-minute walk away.
As we show up the family is over-joyed. There is four kids and both of the parents are present. We don’t waste time as we get invited into their home to essentially share the gospel and pray for the boy’s head.
We enter in and pray a few times before one of the staff members lets out a cry of, “Did anybody just feel that?!” The boy’s tumor had shrunk. He felt it himself and said that it felt smaller, and he let out tears of relief.
We literally witnessed a boy’s tumor shrinking. Tears came to my eyes and many other’s around me.
But it didn’t stop there.
The family heard the gospel presentation and decided to accept it for themselves. They were overwhelmed at the love we showed them, and I could tell they were overwhelmed by the love of the Father.
As I led them in this prayer I felt like the Lord telling me that they need to lay their hands on the head of the boy. I felt like the Lord was saying they need to pray for healing and believe in that themselves.
So that’s what they did. They each placed their hand on the head of their beloved brother/son and prayed bold prayers.
Tears kept on flowing from almost every person in the room as we felt the Holy Spirit move.
Then Marcos came up, laid his hands on his brother’s tumor, and prayed his prayer for his brother. Marcos was 4 and kept on telling me that his brother Dani (the boy with the tumor) was his friend.
I don’t fully know if Marcos knew exactly what he was doing, but in that moment I learned so much from him.
Marcos wanted to see his brother better. Marcos wanted to see his brother happy. Marcos was placing his hands on his brother because he believed that God would heal him.
The tumor didn’t get any smaller when any of his family members did that, but that doesn’t matter. What matter’s is we left them with the Holy Spirit.
The same spirit that raised Christ from the dead. The same spirit that shrunk the tumor just minutes prior. The same spirit that gives them all peace and comfort no matter the circumstances.
God moved in that house that day, and I am so blessed to have been able to be a part of that.
Thanks for reading.
In Him,
Caleb Callaway
