Still need $1,142.50 by tomorrow Oct 1st to stay in the field. Please pray about supporting my mission, thank you and God bless you!!!!
We went to the hospital to pray for people and share the word. I ended up with Steve and Elle in the women’s ward praying for people. I am suppose to be off ministry but leadership figured since I had already posted a blog for the day they would let me go. From the moment we walked in something was odd, the room hit me like a wave of dizzy nausea, I figured it was the smell of the room. We made our way through the first of 4 sections of the giant room. We prayed for each woman, shared with her about Jesus’ love and led a few in the sinners prayer. We moved to the second section and went for the woman smack in the middle. The woman across from her had died or was dying and a priest in a green and yellow satin robe, with symbols I did not recognize stood giving her last rites behind a screen. As we spoke with the middle woman I noticed the woman nearest the window in a position like flying on the bed, speaking quickly and fiercely in a language I don’t know. We moved to the woman furthest from the window to avoid disturbing the scene behind the screen. As we prayed for the sad eyed woman at the end of the row the woman by the window caught my eye again, something about the way she moved was really wrong. I looked over at her and smiled and she hissed at me. I continued to watch her distracted, she sat against the wall head rolling from side to side, gnashing her teeth and saying things beyond my understanding. When we had finished with the sad eyed woman I took Steve aside and told him “I have never really thought anyone was possessed before, but that woman is possessed”. We tried to make our way to her but were scolded by a nurse for intruding behind the shielding of the screen where the priest was working. We went into the next section divided by little windows and prayed for other people waiting for the chance to get to the woman by the window. I watched through the windows and saw the woman with folded hands making the sign of the cross, rolling her eyes and gnashing her teeth. The priest finished and the screen came down, a man appeared at the woman’s side and then we went over. The man, it turns out was her father, when we arrived he was asking a priest to pray for her, but the priest was hesitating for some reason. I tapped him and asked for her name and his permission to pray over her, which he gave. Her dad said she had cerebral malaria but it was more than that and we could totally feel it. Andrea joined us and we prayed over her, she sang a taunt “Christians believe” and talked about the holy rosary, eyes rolling in her head, she started mouthing stop behind gnashed teeth and we closed our prayers , stopped and went outside. I went and gathered girls from the other wards and explained what we were working with, and if they were willing to come in with us, they were. Next I went for the boys but they were praying with someone with their eyes closed so they hadn’t seen me, I waited for a little while but my stomach began to hurt and I felt like I needed to get back so we could start, so I left them to it and went back. The priest who the father had been speaking to was there with a nun praying over the woman, so we waited for them to leave before going back in. When they left we walked in and surrounded the bed as best we could and then began to sing praise songs and laid hands on her and began to pray. I turned to look and the boys had arrived and were praying with us. After praying past her taunts of “Christians believe” and restless shifting, I joined Alyssa in praying in tongues. The woman writhed, she started to say “I hate them, I hate them, hate them” so we kept praying and she began to say “don’t, don’t, don’t” then “stop, stop, stop”. “I hate true saints” she hissed. Everyone was looking. Then we were told to stop, we filed out dazed. We didn’t understand what had occurred but pastor Steve said he would explain outside. After a short while he appeared outside and said that we were disturbing the ward and that to continue we would need to move her to a private room but the father had withdrawn his permission, so we had to stop. Walking out I felt strangely energized and tired at the same time. I had fight in my heart I wanted to wage battle for my Father. I was proud of my teammates who had jumped in. We prayed protection over ourselves when we returned home. What an evening.
