Kuala Krai, Malaysia
The adventure continues…
The bus dropped us off on the side of the road at a 7 eleven in at 4 o’clock in the morning where we were greeted by Pastor Yesudason…”You want hot drink?” After the rest stop experience, all we could think about was sleep. So, we packed in what we soon learned was dubbed “The Sweat Box,” and Pastor dropped us off at the Gereja Presbyterian Chinese church that we called home for the next 10 days. These next 10 days turned into some of the richest moments I’ve experienced so far on the race.
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We jumped into ministry just a few hours after we got dumped off at the 7 eleven and went full speed ahead. We’re not talking auto pilot, though. We’re talking ministry on the fly. Pastor would come pick us up and we’d pile into the Sweat Box not sure where we were headed. He wasn’t always too sure, either. Immediately, as he shifted into gear, he’d ask us to pray and pray louder for the prayer points for the day.
Pastor heads up an Indian church in town that has 10-16 regular attendees. The town has about 200 Indian families, many of which he tries to minister to if they allow. It’s an interesting concept that is completely foreign to any type of evangelism I’ve seen in America. These families openly welcome us into their homes and we share tea and testimonies and pray over them. Pastor translates into Tamil as we sip on our tea. Most of these families are not Christian, but they are open to us sharing the gospel with them because they believe in many gods. We are appreciative of the opprtunity to share about the one true God.
The third stop was where we met Kumar. He and his wife invited us in when they saw Pastor driving by in the Sweat Box. We were literally leaving his neighbor’s house at the palm oil plantation and he hobbled out to greet us. Kumar is a young fella, in his 30s or so, and he has (or I should say had) some knee pain. He’s not a Christian, but he wanted to invite us in to pray for him. After Brittani shared a bit of her heart and how the Lord has healed her, Kumar told us that if we prayed and his knee was healed, he would come to church and see what this thing is all about. So, we layed hands and prayed for him. We prayed and prayed. Pastor was for healing in his knee and he tried moving his knee to guage the pain. I opened my eyes and Kumar was wincing at the pain. The pain he showed in his facial expression looked excruciating. I suddenly remembered that when Jesus healed, it was the faith that the person had that would heal them (Mark 10:52, Mark 5:34, Luke 18:42). So I began to pray that he would have the faith to know that the power of the Holy Spirit would heal him.
“In the name of Jesus, be healed! By your faith, you’ll be healed,” we prayed…”Amen.”
We ended the prayer and asked how he felt. He was still in pain. Uggh. We encouraged him to keep the faith because sometimes, healing doesn’t happen immediately. So, we left that evening and continued to pray. EXPECTANTLY.
Three days later (there it is again), we were driving back from another ministry on the fly adventure and Pastor got a call. It was Kumar. His knee was healed! What!? God is sooooo good!
I hope this is just the beginning of many more miracles I get to witness. Thanks to all my supporters for allowing me to be here. Thank you, thank you, thank you!
