Most of our ministry in Tijuana was in the church. Every night we went to a different
church. In the early evening, we went to
the neighborhoods surrounding the churches to talk to people, pray for them, and
invite them to church. Then our team ran
the service for the night. It was a blast!
The first night, the service went really well. At one point, a team member asked anyone with
a tumor to come forward. Four women came
forward and I prayed with a lady who had a
tumor in her abdomen. I didn’t feel it
ahead of time and I didn’t interview her well – I basically asked her
where it was and then prayed. After a
simple prayer, I asked her how she was feeling. She looked at me with this absolute look of elation and said it was
gone. I could hardly believe it. I asked her if she was sure and if she could
feel to make sure it was gone. And with a
huge smile, she confirmed that it was gone.
My faith sky-rocketed and I went to join some others praying
for another woman. We prayed for a while
and her pain decreased, but the tumor did not completely leave. We saw other people healed that night and we
were able to pray for some people that were feeling lonely and down about job/money situations. God definitely showed up and people felt His love as my teammate talked on the unconditional and perfect love of God.
On the way back from the church service, we stopped at a
taco stand, which became a tradition endorsed by the men on our team. They are really good tacos, but I wasn’t hungry, so I decided to stay in the warmth of
the bus. While waiting, I communicated with the bus driver the best I could in my broken Spanish. He let me pray for him and he felt God’s
presence that night which was awesome. I
was thankful for that and hoped that he felt loved and knew how much his Father
cared for him.
As I went to bed, I was happy with the service, but there
was part of me that wanted more. I wanted the church to be packed out and to see many people meet Christ
for the first time. I know the power of
God and I wanted to see that power erupt in the church and in all of Tijuana. I love seeing people healed, but I wanted
more. I’m learning the value of one
person being healed – that it connects them to God and it shows them how deeply
God loves them; how much He values and cares for them; and that He sees their
every need. Healing truly connects
people to the Father’s heart. I was also
reminded that God wants to know and be known by the people of Tijuana more than
I want them to meet Him.
With that, I decided to be thankful for everything that took place that night,
and I prayed for more.
wish I had more pictures of us praying with the people, but here’s one of me teaching.
