Here reciently I was in the country of Malaysia. It is such a beatutiful place full of beautifully diverse people, but past all that is the fact that this country has so much darkness in it. It boasts religious freedom but anyone who preaches the gosple to a Muslim can be thrown into jail without trial for whatever time the court sets. Its not illegal to follow Christ, its just very tricky.
So as you may have gathered our time spent there was not street evangelism or running people down to pray for them. At least I didn't think it was. And I was so down that I couldn't just share hope and truth with people….But then this wonderful man called Jesus reminded me of something my second week there. I can still pray…
I didn't really get it at first. I was like "duh ok got it. Christianity 101." But as most of you know Jesus isn't a really surfacy kinda guy. I listened a little more and over the next few days I got what He was getting at.
In a place of so much spiritual darkness where the name of Jesus cannot be openly preached, light can explode. I can still pray. No one can stop me from doing that. All they could do is kill me but even that wouldn't stop my prayers because the Word says my blood would then cry out to God from the ground. I realized in that place Jesus was moving mightly. I just couldn't see it. I had to be intentional about asking Him what was He doing in this place and agree with Him by praying. I could just push my own agenda here..at least not if I wanted to see the darkness explelled.
I didn't see any visiable fruit come from my prayers over that city, or the neighborhood we were in, but I know with all my heart my prayers were heard and shifted the destiny of that place. Not only my prayers but the prayers of our team, the prayers of the missionaries we were staying with, the prayers of all our family back home, prayers of the AIM staff. That is a powerful force and I know hell shook from it. Hell was glad to see us leave but…I can still pray. Darkness can still be expelled when my voice is raised toward heaven, even though im not in Malaysia. Its not a boastful thing, its an inheiritance thing.
I don't know how to end this blog, I could go on and on about how this rocked me in Malaysia, about how I could feel the darkness fleeing from places, but we don't have time for that. All I know is that I'm not so sure that I didn't street evangelize or run people down to pray for them. I mean I prayed the kingdom all over all sorts of people and places in that town. And I believe that is seeds planed toward salvation. And i definitety chased people down in a very creeper sort of way to pray over them, they just were not aware they were being crazy prayed for :). Sneek attack prayers.
The Kingdom IS advanceing. And we can be just as much a part as we want to, sometime we just have to think outside out spiritual box.
