Please see my teammates Stacy’s blog to get more perspective on this subject.
I am walking home. I am tired after a long day of travel to a nearby village, door-to-door evangelism and getting to know our new ministry contact. We are stumbling through the streets trying to maintain some semblance of awareness of our surroundings but I am really just thinking about getting to sleep as soon as possible.
We are passing by lots of people. They stare at us like the freak show that we are walking through town with our headlamps, white skin and a guitar. I have strategically placed myself on one side of Casey wanting to be within arms reach if anything happens so when I feel a tug on my arm I reached for him just to find I had been too slow and he was already ahead of me. I turned around to find a young woman staring at me. She pointed to her back and when I peered around I found a baby slung on her back. She grabbed his left foot and started to show me what appeared to be some form of infection enveloping his entire leg. When I looked closer I could see similar boils covering his scalp and spotting his face and arms.
I had no idea what this was, I have never seen anything so awful. She doesn’t speak English, but she does know the word pray. She repeated this word several times as I was examining the child’s body. I was glad she did, as she did not know, but she was reminding me of my authority in the Kingdom of God over all sicknesses and even death.
