I was in the main compound (Maputo) which is primarily a large orphanage. My experiences were quite different than I expected. I did not see the type of power and anointing that I'd heard about -- blind eyes opening and the dead being raised, etc. There are stories of God's power told there, but it apparently almost always happens "further north." Heidi was only there the first and last day of my visit. She was on a trip to Korea for most of the time that I was there and Rolland was not in Mozambique at all while I was there.
I did participate on a trip to the dump while Heidi was there. She drove up from South Africa and arrived late. We did the "visitation" without her, where we literally climb through the garbage and greet people and invite them to the church service. We were standing knee deep in garbage, sinking in it, and there were some pretty gross things there that day, like the heads of cows that were mostly skeletons -- but there was some "meat" left here and there on the heads and there were flies all over it. The smell was very strong and I had to breathe through my mouth to survive. There was broken glass everywhere and little children were stepping on the broken glass with their bare feet. It was a difficult environment to minister in. But the love and compassion of Christ was strongly on us.
At one point we formed a circle and one person had a guitar and we began to worship and praise in song. The many people who were gleaning through the garbage looking for things began to form a circle around us and watch with interest. The Holy Spirit's joy fell on us in the middle of the dump as we worshipped and the joy began to spread to the spectators. Most of the songs were simple and repetitious choruses, so I was able to sing along phonetically in Portuguese. One song was too complex to sing along in Portuguese, but I knew the words in English, so I sang along in English. The people were captivated by the singing and when it came time (an hour later) to go to the Church service, most of them followed us back for the service.
Heidi arrived just after the service began, while worship songs were still going on. She was incredible to watch as she preaches and ministers to people.
After service, she sent me out with one of the "locals" to do some house visitation after church. The lady at the first place I was sent needed inner healing and I had an interpreter and we were able to do some quality ministry with her. But it took about an hour.
The second place I was sent was a lady who's 8 or 9 year old daughter was severely demonized. I did not have an interpreter on this visit. The pastor that was with me started praying for her healing (petition style prayer) and as the Holy Spirit's name was mentioned, the demon began to manifest more dramatically. When it was my turn to pray, I began to take authority over the spirit -- God even showed me what the demon was. It began to manifest violently, including trying to bite me. I rebuked it in Jesus' name and forbid it to hurt myself or anyone there. It obeyed me and stopped trying to hit and bite people, but it began to strike the girl with her own fists. Then I commanded it to stop trying to hurt her and it also obeyed me. It began to visibly sulk.
I clearly had authority over it, yet I could not get the demon out of the girl. She snarled a few times, but other than that, her manifestations looked more like the "normal" behavior of an autistic child. I did not have an interpreter so I could not ask questions to get at the hold the demon had over the child. I tried the things I could think of, breaking curses and dedications, canceling assignments, going back through the generations, etc. None of it seemed to work. I just could not get the demon out. I don't understand why I could not get it out, but I could not. I felt a lot of compassion for the child and I felt frustrated that I had not been able to get rid of this demon.
When we returned from her house, I found that I'd been left behind at the dump (which was a very dangerous place) with no food, water or money and without the phone number for Iris ministries. That happened on my first day there and it was a scary experience for me. Fortunately, a truck from the compound came to the dump a bit later on "other business" and I was able to get a ride back to the compound.. arriving back about 5:30 PM (the others got back about 1:30 PM).
The next two days (Saturday and Sunday), there were no activities planned, and I mostly sat around the compound with very little to do and wondering if God had really sent me here. The Lord did arrange a few "divine appointments" for me -- I ended up prophesying to and encouraging about four of the long term missionaries who needed encouragement and I was asked to preach at the church Sunday morning. But the "two interpreters" in the church service threw me off and I don't think I did a very good job preaching that morning.
Monday and Tuesday I taught the pastors in the Bible college and the classes went exceptionally well. But Tuesday night I was told that the rest of my classes for the first week had been cancelled because of a healing Crusade by Ernest Angley that the pastors wanted to attend. I was also told that I would not be given classes on the second week because they would need the class hours to make up for the cancelled classes from the previous week.
I felt extremely frustrated and for about 1/2 hour I had a private tantrum with God where I told Him that I just wanted to go home! I actually began making plans (in my mind) to somehow get myself back to Johannesburg and spend the rest of my time for this trip with the different people I know in Johannesburg. I even went to Emily, one of the long term missionaries (there for at least a year) that I had befriended for prayer because I felt a bad attitude developing. I was frustrated and angry that I'd come so far at such a great expense, after carefully making arrangements to teach in the bible college, to simply be brushed aside. I literally had to lay down on the altar and begin to trust that God had sent me there for a reason. Tuesday night was not a very comfortable night for me.. it was a big struggle in the spirit. By Wednesday morning, I had decided that I would trust God to re-orchestrate my schedule -- that He'd sent me there for a reason and that He would have some real kingdom work for me to do.
Wednesday morning I ran into Katey at the 6 AM intercessors meeting, who told me about her dorm of 4-8 year olds. I had mentioned that I wanted to do some first aid while I was there (with the clinic) but the need had not been that great. So she invited me to come to her dorm that night, about 6 PM, to do some first aid (mostly cleaning and bandaging cuts and blisters) for her "kids." Wednesday was another of those unscheduled days where I would have been just sitting around.. but I ended up at Katey's dorm most of the day, working with the kids there. I babysat, played with them, helped them color, helped them jump on the trampoline, etc. It passed the time, but it was not rewarding for me. I am not good with kids and it did not feel like ministry - it felt like babysitting. However, that evening when I did the first aid for the kids, it really "felt right." It was the first thing that felt so right to me since I'd been there. I was also invited to go on an outreach to the bush that would leave Friday evening and be gone over the weekend. But that outreach was cancelled when we heard the war started, because the evangelists wanted to pray and intercede for the war.
Still I finally had a sense of fulfillment or divine appointment when I was doing the first aid for the kids -- and they seemed to really respond to it as I fixed their "ouches" and made them feel better. However, doing the first aide with the children made me about 45 minutes late for the 7 PM "home group." They have home groups on Wed nights. The children in each dorm have their own home group. The long term missionaries have their own home group. And whoever is there as a "short term" missionary that week meets in the kitchen as their own home group. [Naberto, one of Heidi's "sons" lives in the short term housing and usually meets with the short term people. Naberto was a boy who Heidi rescued from the streets many years ago, who has grown into a young man and who has a passion for God. He also plays guitar and speaks fluent English. Naberto was scheduled to leave for the states the following Friday morning to attend a bible college there.]
When I arrived at the kitchen, 45 minutes late for our home group, they were singing and worshipping. Some of the songs were in Portuguese, but they were simple repetitive songs, such as "Move love, more power, more of You in my life..." which were easy to catch on to. Both Naberto and Greg (a short term missionary who had been "dragged" to Mozambique by his 16 year old daughter Anna) were playing guitar. Some of the songs were in English. There was clearly no leader, we were just worshipping together. Some of the songs were in English. It was a sweet time where God's presence seemed to be almost tangible in our midst. After a while, during one of the pauses, God gave me a prophetic word for Naberto and for Anna. So I asked if it would be OK to prophesy to them. Both said yes.
The words were quite different. Naberto was being commissioned as both a warrior and a worshipper and God told him that He was training him to war. Things would not come easily for Naberto, but as he warred for them and trusted in God, God would work His glory in each situation. And God promised Naberto that he'd return safely to this place. God told him that he'd be sent out many times from there to many different places. God spoke about the authority that he was putting on Naberto. There was quite a bit more, the prophecy went on for about ten minutes. But I can't remember most of it any more.
When I finished giving the word, Greg said, "too bad we don't have a tape recorder..." and I apologized that the word had not been recorded. Naberto said, "Oh, I already have a tape of this word!" A prophet named Mark Dupont from Canada had come to Mozambique and had given him the same prophecy, almost word for word identical. He had listened to that tape many times and almost had it memorized. God had used me to confirm the word he'd already given to Naberto through Mark Dupont. That was a real blessing and inspiration for Naberto.
The word for Anna was quite different -- it was soft and gentle, but it spoke of God's calling and destiny on her life. It also spoke of how God was remolding her heart and attitudes to match His and how He was giving her His compassion. When I finished that prophecy, she said that she'd been having that very discussion with God just before this home group meeting and the prophesy had the answers to the questions she'd been asking Him just before the meeting started.
(I thought it was neat of God to minister those prophecies and I was glad to be a part of it with Him.)
Thursday was the outreach to the refugees. I had heard from others that this was the one that impacted them the most, so I was really looking forward to this outreach. When we got there, I was informed that I was preaching at it. This was a big surprise to me so I did one of those "help God!" prayers and then preached prophetically from the life of Abraham. It was a combination of dramatic story telling and explaining why parts of the story were relevant to their situation. The Holy Spirit's anointing was on the sermon and the group was caught up in it. It was a big encouragement to them -- and God had me prophesy some encouraging things to them. It was a wonderful experience for me and the first time I felt the Lord's strong anointing on me there. And the prophetic sermon seemed to impact them greatly and minister strongly to them as well.
I was riding with Bonnie and Anton on the way home from the refugee camp. They were acting as the directors of the compound because Steve and Rosylin (the official directors) were away, as were Rolland and Heidi Baker. She got a phone call on her cell phone and then told me that Sandra, one of the Bible college teachers, was being medically evacuated to South Africa with a very bad case of Malaria. She told me that they wanted me to take over Sandra's Bible College classes and that they'd also made time for me to teach the "hearing God's voice" classes I'd come to teach. Suddenly I had a very full teaching agenda for the next week. (After I laid my agenda on the altar, the Lord gave it back to me).
I was not planning to go to the dump the following day (Friday) because I'd been left behind the previous time and it was a traumatic experience for me. But Thursday night, Pauline (the nurse who heads the Clinic) came to me and asked me to go with them to help care for patients at the Boceria (the dump) after service because they hold a clinic there. Instead of going in the open-bed truck with the other short term missionaries, I went in an air conditioned pickup truck with a nurse and a medical tech from the clinic. The nurse was from Brazil and did not speak English, but the tech was a Mozambiquan young man who was studying to be an interpreter -- and I had a lot of fun and good fellowship with him. We did not do the "dump visitation," but arrived just as service started.
One of the Mozambiquan evangelists was the speaker that day and he held a healing service. After the service was over, we did a medical clinic in the church (on a dirt floor). It was mostly standard first aid -- washing out cuts, putting antiseptics on it and then bandaging it up. But some of the cases were too advanced for us and had to be taken to the hospital. After the clinic, we drove the people to the hospital in the back of the pickup truck. Then we ran a few errands and I got to see a Mozambiquan market (which looks like an incredibly large and crowded flea-market). Each booth has different products -- some sold oranges and some sold toothpaste, etc. The tricky part was finding booths that sold the things we were looking for. The market was a fun experience for me.
Saturday I spent some time with the orphans, playing with them, etc. It was not a bad way to spend time, but it certainly did not feel at all like missions. Saturday night I went to the Earnest Angley crusade with one of the long term missionaries from Brazil. Earnest was a "healing evangelist" from the States who had no idea how to adjust to the cultural differences. Since I'd had quite a bit of cross cultural training from Fuller School of World Missions, I felt uncomfortable for him. He had rented a soccer field that would seat about 10,000 and had only about 3,500 people there, so the crusade was 2/3 empty. Some of his style did not work well for me. For instance, he said that "The Holy Spirit is very sensitive and He will not be able to do much healing unless you are all quiet and respectful." I remembered thinking 'that does not sound like the Holy Spirit I know!')
He also told the people that if they let their children run around and be distracting, God would curse their children and some of them would die and others would be sick. That really bothered me and again did not sound like the God I knew. But the sermon itself was theologically sound and there were a few small healings after it. They brought people on stage to pray for them.. they must have been pre-screening them, because each person up there was either born without a sense of smell, born without a sense of taste or born deaf in one or both ears. There were many people there with serious ailments that God did not appear to touch at all... lame people who were carried in and then after service carried back out, people with serious open wounds or with tumors on their bodies. However, there were about 8 people who got either a sense of taste or a sense of smell and about 5 or 6 deaf ears opened.
I went away from the meeting with mixed feelings. The deaf ears opening were good, but I could not understand why God would ignore such great needs there to heal so many people born without a sense of taste or smell. And I was greatly troubled by the threat of God cursing children who played while the meeting was going on. On the other hand, Earnest had mentioned that God had given him an angel who was present at all of his meetings when healings occurred. I had read about that sort of thing from Randy Clark and I spent a fair amount of time trying to convince God to give me an angel for physical healing as well -- I don't know if He will say "yes" to that request, but I figured it couldn't hurt to ask.
Sunday morning I woke up so sick I could not get out of bed. My throat was sore, my head hurt terribly, my muscles ached, I had the sniffles and my stomach was upset. I was too sick to go to church service, so I stayed in my bed in my dorm room. The rooms become like an oven during the day, so you have to leave the door open or it becomes unbearable hot. Laura, one of the hospitality folks, came by and asked me what was wrong, so I told her how I felt. She said I should have a Malaria test. I did not think this could be Malaria since I'd been on anti-Malaria medication. A little later Christine came by and she said she'd send a nurse (Debbie) to do a Malaria test on me. Debbie came by about four hours later and about three hours after that they had the test results back. And yes, I had Malaria. I could hardly believe it. I had assumed God would protect me from contracting Malaria, but He did not.
They asked me if I wanted to skip the classes because I was sick with Malaria. But I had this strong sense inside of me that God had called me there to teach these classes, so I must teach whether I was sick or not. So I said I would still teach. I spent most of my time that I was not teaching just laying down and resting (Malaria leaves you feeling very weak and tired). I taught 2.5 to 3.5 hours most days. When I was teaching, the Holy Spirit would come on me with energy and I would be fine until after class was over, then my symptoms would return. Monday and Tuesday I finished off the classes on hearing God's voice. The class was a great success and by the end of it, the students were giving drammatic testimonies of hearing God speak to them. One person was literally led by God to go to a specific place where he met a man that he lead to the Lord. God sent another unexpectedly to his brother's home, some distance away. When he got there, he discovered that his brother had died that morning and there was no one to care for his children (the mother had died previously). So he was able to take care of the children and to arrange for his brother's funeral.
On Tuesday, I also taught an advanced New Testament course. The students, all pastors, had been to the healing crusade and were very "pumped up" by it -- they did not share any of my reservations about the meetings. So I decided to build off of it and look at the scriptures from the new testament of how Jesus prayed for the sick. They were very eager to study this. I asked for a show of hands of how many had actually prayed for a sick person and seen God heal them -- only 14 of about 50 students raised their hand. I was caught off guard -- I had come with the assumption that all of these pastors moved at a higher level of healing and signs/wonders than I did. But this was not the case. There were people moving strongly in this stuff, but not the ones in the bible college.
The students asked some of the same difficult questions that students in the states ask me -- like why isn't everyone who we pray for healed. I told them that I did not know the answer to that, but that the real issue was not "why are they not healed" but "how will we respond to that?" Will we give up when someone is not healed or will we keep on praying for the sick. They had not thought about it that way before, and they began to become more committed to the idea of each of them praying for the sick.
On Wednesday morning, I had my beginning old testament class and that did not seem to go very well because my interpreter was having problems concentrating and understanding what I was saying. The students, a smaller group of about 30, were polite but I don't think they got very much out of it. I felt very discouraged. I felt very sick with Malaria.
I had another class to teach in about 1.5 hours and I did not see how I could possibly do it. I was hot, sick, tired and discouraged. I was beginning to wonder if God had really sent me here or if maybe I'd just "made my own way" to come. Things did not feel like they were going very well that day.
However, they say the night is darkest just before the dawn. Little did I know that in about 1.5 hours God was about to release His glory in my classroom.
I did not want to go to my Wed afternoon class (the second session of the New Testament class). But I dragged myself there. I reviewed briefly what we covered in the previous class and began to look at more scriptures. When we got to the scriptures about commanding a body part to work properly, they did not understand what I was talking about. Then God put a prompting within me to "show them." I felt prompted to demonstrate a leg lengthening by commanding the leg to grow. I don't know how I knew it, but I knew that if I asked for someone with back pain to come up, they would have one leg shorter than the other. So I asked the students if I should demonstrate for them what I meant by commanding a body part to work correctly. They all said, "Si!" (which means "Yes!").
So I asked if anyone had a sore back. One person raised his hand. I asked him to come forward. I wanted to sit him down on a chair to measure the length of the legs, but there was not a chair in the classroom, so we had a short pause while some students went and got a chair from another location. They came back with a long bench that would seat about a dozen people. I had them put it across the front wall of the classroom. I had the student with the sore back sit down on it, with his hips squarely against the wall. Then I held his legs up and we saw that the right leg was about 1/2 inch shorter than the left one. I had the students come up and look at his legs.. so all could see it was shorter. His legs were resting on both of my hands so there was no way I could grab or pull his leg.
Then I told the students that I was going to demonstrate commanding a body part. Then I said, "Leg, in Jesus' name I command to you to grow to the same length as the other leg." Then I looked up at the students and said, "That is all there is to it. Now we just wait for the leg to grow."
The students all gave a nervous laugh. They clearly did not expect much to happen. But a minute later, both legs were the same length! I pointed this out to the students, who leaned forward to inspect it. They became very excited, having seen this "miracle" in their midst.
I interviewed the man who's leg had grown. His back did not hurt anymore, but he still had some shoulder pain. So I asked if anyone from the class would like to heal him. One man from the back came forward and I instructed him how to pray for the shoulder. I did not pray for the person, only the student prayed, and he was healed! We interviewed him and found the pain was gone. The students were extremely interested now -- because it was not a missionary who was doing the healing -- God was healing through one of them!
I gave them a short speech on "you can all do this" and then I asked if they'd like to try. They all said "Si!!!!" So I asked for 4 people who where in pain right now to come forward -- 5 came up. Then I had 5 students who wanted to see God heal through them come up. And 5 came up. I put each student in front of one of those who'd come up for prayer. I instructed those who came up for prayer to be totally honest in feedback and not to say that the pain was all gone unless the pain was all gone -- otherwise we would stop praying prematurely and they'd not receive their full healing.
Then I instructed the people who were praying to interview their person and establish a baseline so they would be able to tell if some healing occurred. I asked them to select a prayer strategy from the ones we'd studied of how Jesus prayed for the sick. Then I had them pray and I had them check with the person to see what had happened. One of the five was totally healed. I had him share is testimony with the class and then sit down. Of the other four, three had experienced some reduction in pain but it was not totally gone. So I had the students pray a second time and two of the three were totally healed. They could not make it hurt no matter what they did.
The third, a person with carpel tunnel, had more improvement but was not totally pain free. So I gave the class an assignment to each practice praying sometime for him during the evening. And the next day the man with Carpel Tunnel came back to me and he had been totally healed at night while he slept. God gave him a dream about building a church and when he woke up his pain was totally gone and he could not do anything to make it hurt! Out of six students who were prayed for, only one man was not healed. (He had a large tumor on his side and was scheduled for surgery. I advised him to go ahead and have the surgery if the tumor had not shriveled up by the appointed date, explaining that God sometimes heals through medical science and doctors.)
The students were very excited because God had healed through them -- not through someone else, but through them! This was a big boost for their faith, and I felt that it was the main reason God had sent me to Mozambique to teach.
On Thursday, I had the second session of the Old Testament class. Since the previous one had gone so poorly, I simply re-taught what I tried to teach the first time. This time it went much better.
I thought I only had that one class to teach on Thursday, since Heidi was supposed to get back thrusday afternoon, and she would be taking over the late afternoon classes. But Heidi did not arrive back as scheduled. I was given about 1 hour notice that I would have to teach another class -- a combined class with all 76 of the students.
I had no idea what to teach on. So I went back to the kitchen to rest up between classes and pray. I felt God prompt me to teach on the prophetic. So that is what I talked about for this last class. I just covered some basics, but it was new material to them. I demonstrated some corporate prophecy by prophesying over the nation of Mozambique and then I demonstrated some personal prophesy by prophesying to three of the pastors there. I gave about five to ten minute words for each of three pastors and the group was amazed because they knew them and knew that what God was saying fit each person I prophesied to. They became very enthused about prophecy. Also, I had told them that this was the last class I was teaching. Many of the students and one of the administrators asked me to postpone my return trip to stay on and teach at the bible college for another week or two. I explained I could not do that because my husband wanted to see me.
Class was over, but they just would not leave. So I answered some questions and then I prayed an impartation prayer over them and then I asked them to pray over me. It was a very powerful last class and a wonderful way for me to end the teaching segment of this ministry trip.
Since I was leaving soon, they prayed for me at the Thursday night church service. Heidi had finally arrived at the compound and she was preaching in the service. I thought perhaps she'd pray for me, but she had the children pray for me instead. It was a surprisingly powerful experience. Heidi preached in Portuguese, but she had the short term missionaries sit together in a group and had one of the interpreters translate it for us. The sermon had the following points -- God wants us to preach the good news, He wants us to heal the sick and He wants us to prophesy and to raise the dead. Her teaching seemed to sum up what I'd been teaching all week and was a confirmation for me that God had indeed sent me here to teach the pastors.
At the end of service, Heidi gave an altar call for those who feel called of God to missions, evangelism or pastoring. I went down along with many others. There were only a few of us short term missionaries left in the compound by then, but each of us responded to the alter call. I did not really expect Heidi to lay hands on me and pray for me -- I thought she'd focus on the Mozambiquan nationals who had responded to the call. God began to touch me even before anyone prayed for me. But then Heidi did come and lay hands on me and prayed for me in English. She was praying from Isaiah's vision for God to touch my lips with the coal from His altar and put His words in my mouth and send me. God's power and anointing hit me in a way that I cannot explain -- I began to shake all over and my arms were doing a chopping motion and I had a sense of God's nearness and all I wanted was more of Him, and to be allowed to do real kingdom work with Him.
Also, pastor Joseph (pronounced joe-say) came and prayed for me a lot. That was also a very powerful experience for me. (Before service, he asked me to postpone my return and stay on at Mozambique another month because He felt God had been using me so powerful with the pastors. When I explained that this was logistically impossible, he said he'd pray for me that God would make me a Mozambiquan.) I think his actual prayers for me during that service were a bit different. I felt the power of God go through me over and over again when he laid hands on me and prayed for me. I felt like I was receiving some sort of impartation from him, but I don't know what it was.
Friday, my last full day in Mozambique, was a day where they took me shopping for some "gifts" for my husband and mother. I also had some time to say goodbye to some of the missionaries and interpreters who I'd made friends with in Mozambique. I also had a few people come to me for healing prayer and God healed them. (I was wondering why He would heal others when I prayed for them, but left me sick with Malaria??)
Saturday I packed, rested, visited a few friends and we left for the airport about 2 PM. God had a special surprise for me just before I left. There was the one person I'd really hoped to meet in Mozambique. He is a Mozambiquean pastor and evangelist by the name of Suprasa. He is a man that Rodney (my pastor) has worked closely with in Mozambique. He is a very humble man and he moves strongly in God's power. God has used him to heal the sick and to raise three people from the dead. Rodney speaks so highly of him. When I got to Maputo I discovered that Suprasa was pastoring a church in South Africa and that I'd not get to meet him on this trip. I had been disappointed and prayed that God would somehow make it possible for me to meet him. That did not appear to be possible so I eventually gave up on it.
But when I was carrying my suitcase to the Landrover to get ready to leave for the airport, Betty introduced me to him. Apparently he was just passing through the compound for a few hours on his way elsewhere. So I got to meet him, to bring greetings from my pastor Rodney and then he offered to pray for me. What an unexpected treat! God answered my prayer after all! (And I even got to have my picture taken with him and with Pastor Joseph.)
The trip to the Airport was special because Bonnie and Anton and their nine year old daughter Thea went to the airport to see me off. I had become close to them on this trip and it was very special for me that they went to the airport to see me off. It was almost tearful goodbyes, and then the start of a 33 hour trip home.
Even on the trip home, God arranged a neat divine appointment for me. There was a group of Brazilians from Campus Crusade For Christ who were returning from a two week outreach in Maputo. I ran into one of their leaders as we were waiting to board the plane for the hour flight from Maputo to Johannesburg. He told me they'd witnessed to 2,000 students at the university in Maputo and 1/2 of them had given their hearts to Christ! The area truly is ripe for the gospel!
When we got on the plane, it turned out we were sitting together. There were three seats together -- I was on the aisle and he was in the middle and a business man from Maputo (on his way to a banking conference in Johannesburg) was by the window. I began talking to the business man and after about 10 minutes of small talk, I began to witness to him. Then the Brazilian guy from Campus Crusade for Christ pulled out a Portuguese "Four Spiritual Laws" track and went over it with him in Portuguese.
He made a lot of progress in sharing Christ, but the guy was stuck on one point -- so we discussed that point in English and I prophesied to him a little. The banker finally decided that God was after him because he had put two different missionaries from two different countries who spoke two different languages together with him on this plane -- and we worked together as one! He said that if it had been just either one of us, he would have written it off as a coincidence -- but two different missionaries from two different parts of the world sitting beside him -- that was too much to be a coincidence. So I got to work with a brother from Brazil to lead this guy to the Lord. It was a really incredible experience! God is amazing!
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