The Lord heard our plea and blew us up.
I feel 100% better than I was last time I blogged.
Thank you for all the prayers and encouragement.
We joke that we have the energy and passion that we did month one in India.
The funny thing is we are working with Indian people in Malaysia.
I feel as though this year has come full circle…
Starting in India ending in India.
Funny thing is: we are doing the exact same thing that we did in India this month!
Going around and preaching nightly.
I freaking love preaching… I don’t know why I just love it.
I hated it in India but this month the Lord has continually blown me up…
I legit have no idea what I said as I sit down afterwards..
He simply speaks through me and I am thrilled He has chosen me.
On the same note as India…
I didn’t get how to blog 11 months ago so I did a terrible attempt at summing up the month.
So here it comes.
If you are one of those that are freaked out by the spiritual realm, don’t read this.
It’ll wig you out… it wigged me out at the time.
Let me start by saying that cliche phrase that India is “ready for harvest.”
It really is… its ridiculous.
They are all burnt out by all the false hope they pour their lives into…
being left empty handed and hopeless.
They are searching for something, anything that will fill that void we all have.
That void that is yearning for the creator to hold us in his arms.
yearning for hope.
We preached in India 3 times a day to 3 different villages.
These distant villages of people had never ever heard the saving name of Jesus.
Ever.
That broke my heart as it was…
how could they never hear of the God that I have heard since day one of my life?
After we preached we would pray over people.
Some asked for prayer for healings.
Some were blind. Some were deaf. Some couldn’t walk.
Some had bad backs due to a life of bending down doing hard labor. Some were depressed.
Some were posessed by demons.
It was clear looking back most of these were due to spiritual oppression.
At the time I had no idea so I prayed a prayer that seems natural in a world that
doctors are the answer and healings were only in bible times.
“God I pray that their pain will go away.”
Yes, legit prayer… but there is no confidence in that prayer.
No authority in my voice.
There was no command in my prayer to clear the body and atmosphere surroundings of all the sick demons and spirits and invite the Spirit of the Creator of the Universe to fill those places.
I didn’t understand the power of my voice.
I didn’t get that the King of Kings is in me–a screwed up sinful 21 year old– and that he is begging to
work through me.
Heal through me.
Shine through me.
So the scene is set.
Day 3 of preaching.
We had just finished preaching and we were going home for a late dinner.
We were tired and hungry.
A woman approaches us and asked us to come to her house and pray.
Strange but alright.
Three of us head there… with the unspoken mindset of lets hurry.
We enter. Imagine the smallest room in your house…
then cut it in half and add a bed, kitchen and 5 people.
That was this room.
Candle light was the only light in this small room.
It was cold.
On the left side of the room was a man laying on a mat.
I immediately felt like I was in “bible times.”
The woman who asked us to pray was this mans wife.
She explained he had a stroke 2 years before and hadn’t walked since.
My teammate Phil starts praying over this man. With confident prayers.
I am in the corner whispering prayers… “God take his pain away”
and “I pray you will financially bless this family so he can get to a doctor and get crutches.”
Weak.
We say amen after a few minutes and I am ready to go.
No one moves.
There is now a crowd in the door….
I soon felt the atmosphere of the room change.
I got chills that something big was about to happen,
Although I didn’t believe.
I am still in the corner and felt overwhelmed that maybe it’s my disbelief that
is keeping this man from being healed.
My prayer changed to a hushed whisper
“Lord forgive my unbelief”
The atmosphere changed again…
I got louder “God I am sorry! Forgive my unbelief!!”
We are all praying loud now:
Begging him to move.
We finish praying and no one moves again.
Nance nudges me and says…
“Well, should he get up and walk?”
We all kinda shrugged our shoulders saying I guess?
Phil says “In Jesus name get up and walk.”
HOMEBOY FREAKING STANDS UP AND WALKS AROUND THE ROOM.
He was healed in Jesus name!!!!!
The family rejoices and those in the door stood there with wide eyes.
We met up with the others at the van having no idea what just happened…
unable to even comprehend much less explain to the others.
The atmosphere of our hearts and our team changed after that night.
After we witnessed the Lords power and favor once we were willing….
He didn’t stop using us the rest of the week we were there. Ever for that matter.
I could go on and on with vivid stories…
The woman posessed by a demon that received Christ after it was cast out through us.
The man who had back issues for years because one leg was shorter than the other…
His legs seriously grew in front of us.
The boy who had been mute since birth that heard the name of Jesus for the first time.
The old lady who couldn’t walk without a cain… dropping the cain and running off.
The woman who was blind in one eye that received it back.
The new heart of faith the Lord gave our team… a passion for his power.
It sounds so dramatic typing it out but being there just seemed like normal life!
There weren’t screams and yells and tears…
Well, besides the demon lady.
It was normal…
it’s what we are called to.
The Lord does these things to flex his muscles… to show how powerful He is.
He wants to do these things but we as a church think it’s weird.
It is weird. But who says weird is bad?
I’m not saying be that psycho radical….
but why can’t we be those psycho radicals?
I’m a psycho radical and I’m okay with it.
