Walking to the slum on Christmas morning
 
Christmas day was crazy and amazing.  The day before my team and I had filled plastic bags with beans and rice to hand out to starving families in the slum where we began what we like to call “The Drunk Church”.  We split off into pairs with a translator from the community to pray for families and bless them with the food.  Jake and I went house to house with Dorothy who had been an alcoholic the week before.  After she accepted Jesus, her life was dramatically transformed and God was already using her in the Kingdom!  


We saw God do great things on Christmas Day.  We prayed for a special thirteen-year-old boy named Eric who God wants to use mightily in his family and his community.  We taught him how to pray for his family and got him a Bible.  We went into a home where a man had been sick for weeks and as I prayed for him I literally felt his fever leaving – and I continue to pray for his complete healing.  

Jake and I were also followed into that house by another woman in the community named Monica.  For awhile we thought Monica was part of the family, but then it became apparent that she had seen what we were doing and was desperate for the power of Jesus in her life.  Just looking at her I could tell she was tormented; she was worn-down, her eyes darted around and couldn’t keep my gaze.  When I asked what we could pray for her she told me that she had been having severe stomach pain since the beginning of the month, and that her daughter was also sick.  After we finished praying for the family we took Monica outside and I told her there was something she wasn’t telling us.  Finally, she told us that demons were tormenting her.  I had never cast a demon out of anyone before, but I figured my first time might as well be on Christmas Day.  Jake and I prayed for her and nothing too dramatic happened, but I believed that God had freed her.  I saw her four days later and sure enough, not only did she look peaceful but she told me that she and her daughter had also been healed.  

                             
                                                        With Monica four days after she was freed,
                     and holding a little orphan taken care of by a widow in the community


After praying for Monica we had church on wooden make-shift benches in the middle of the community and then Team Judah headed for town to have a Christmas lunch together.  This Christmas was none like I had ever experienced before, and also one that I will never forget.