Prayer walking through the red light district in the middle of day, my teammate began to tell me of the dream she had just the night before…
“I was in the bar and there was a demon in the back of the room. Shackled around his neck, wrists, and ankles. He had no power anymore. He was restricted because he did not know we were coming. The prayers of those who interceded for us literally chained him… “ Celena Ocon
Matt. 12:29 “Or how can someone enter a strong man’s house and plunder his goods, unless he first binds the strong man? Then indeed he may plunder the house.”
It seems that we are entering Satan’s territory with all the spiritual destruction going on, but this territory belongs to God. Last night was a night we just had a good feeling about. We can feel the prayers being sent our way.
Photo credit Kaleigh Ward
By kind of a fluke me and my partner Kaleigh ended up in a bar that we were not planing on visiting. We started off by buying some bottled cokes with the girls inside. It was the first time ever that foreign girls ever spoke to them. They said that foreign girls don’t like them because Thai girls get all the men.
In the midst of Kaleigh being the center of attention with these girls, I decided it was probably just my turn to be her prayer warrior. I happened to look over at the pool table and there was a man who kept wrapping his arms around this most beautiful Thai girl. Her name was Lat. Occasionally she would come over and say a few words to me, and when she returned to the man I literally had to pray so hard not to judge him. When their game was finally over Lat went to go get something behind the bar. And what do you know, this man from Norway came and asked if he could have a seat on the bench with me. I took a deep breathe in, (I did not know his intentions), and the two of us sat side by side very awkwardly on this tiny bench.
The conversation started out with the typical things.
“Where are you from?”
“Where do you work?”
“How long are you in Thailand?”
Kaleigh saw me with this man and began it pray for me. Oh the power of prayer.
Very soon the conversation got so much deeper. We began to talk about spiritual things. The man began to describe to me that He was born a Christian, but never believed in it… it is merely a title. I got to tell this man that Jesus changed my life. The gospel was shared, I even had the opportunity to tell him my personal testimony. He asked so many questions and this conversation seemed endless.
When things seemed to be wrapping up I soon found out that I was the first person to ever tell this “Christian” about Jesus and that God loves him. He said he was more than interested about all of this. He even brought up that he would probably be a better person if he just followed God. He could not believe that there is a God who created him and loves him. He was going to try out praying, and he simply said he had a lot to think about. He went home after that simply to think. He did not bring the girl Lat with him.
I so wanted to jump up and scream after this man left. I looked up to see if Kaleigh was still around (we had already been there for almost 2 hours and we have a 20 min limit). She was.
The girls she was playing with had taken off there heels, some put on T-Shirts over their lingerie type attire, and best of all they all ignored their male customers coming into the bar. One by one I got to watch the bachelors leave without a lady…
OH GOD IS SO GOOD!
As Kaleigh and I went back to our hostel, all we wanted to do was cartwheel. We could not stop smiling. We saw Jesus literally moving mountains tonight!
Thank you to everyone who has been interceding with the father on our behalf. Please pray for Runa my new friend from Norway. Pray that the Kingdom literally builds itself in the bars.
“My chains are gone, I’ve been set free…”
