A few days ago, the director of the Cicrin Orphanage, Helen, told my teammate Jacinda about the history of the property.
Later on that night, Jacinda told the rest of us the story.
In the 70’s, there was an orphanage here. On the outside, it looked like a loving home for abandoned children. Unfortunately, it was really a place for a pedophile to have explicit sex with the young children. He had a child for every day of the week, and a few ‘special girls’ were multiple times a day.
(From http://tiffanyberkowitz.theworldrace.org/)
Around the early 80’s, the orphanage closed down. During that time, there was a revolution that rushed through Nicaragua, and the property that once held child sex slaves became a place for child soldiers. Blood soaked the ground, and horror and tragedy saturated the air. As the boys were send out to murder, the others at the compound were chained in rooms and abused.
(From http://children.foreignpolicyblogs.com/page/2/)
When the revolution ended around the 90’s, an American Christian couple felt that they wanted to try and rebuild an orphanage on the property. Helen, a 23 year old Senior in University came in the be the translator for a few months. As the months went on, she got more and more involved and eventually became the co-director and then the director when the couple went back to the states.
Since the beginning of Cicrin, there has been intense oppression on the property. The horrors and injustices that were committed on the soil had brought demons and spirits into the area to live and cause trouble. Helen and the staff have been praying over the property for nearly 20 years, and yet when our two teams arrived, we knew that something was wrong.
As the days went on, we were starting to realize that there was something spiritually wrong. A couple girls were waking up at 3:30AM every night and having struggles with demonic presences. I was falling asleep the night before we learned the history of the property, when suddenly I was terrified. I was very confused, so I just laid in bed and prayed. Then I thought I felt a presence outside our door. A presence that wanted to hurt us. To break us and rape us. I even got out of my mosquito net, and went to the door to look outside and make sure I was just imagining it.
We started praying over each other and asking God for direction and understanding. And then we heard the history. It all made sense. That night, three girls from Team Lovebound and three of us from Team Pneuma put anointing oil on our hands and prayed over every room. It took at least an hour. And then we went out onto the balcony and prayed for the property. Two separate girls had visions of the demons and spirits running from the power of Jesus’ blood that we were declaring over the ground, and angels taking their places. It was amazing. We then worshiped for another 20 minutes on the balcony. We haven’t had any problems since.
It was one of the most intense times in my life so far. It this is only month 2! God is so faithful, and I am so excited to see what He has in store for all of us the next 9 months.
