A lot of times I write a blog post because I’ve had an eloquent thought or lesson from the Lord. Sometimes the Lord teaches me something and I wait to post it or feel overwhelmed in writing it down, because I haven’t figured out how to wrap the experience up with powerful words and tie a pretty bow on top.
Today I’m tempted to do that. He did an awesome work yesterday that deserves praise and calls for more prayer. And I’m having trouble putting it into perfectly phrased words.
But Christ and him crucified is more than lofty words. He does not depend on eloquent words. He does not depend on words at all.
Without further ado, here’s yesterday’s happenings, in no eloquent words:
Yesterday, one of our musically-inclined interns was leading a session at the Vocational Unit about how to lead worship. The session started at 12 p.m. and she went through what worship is and some practical ways to lead others in it. Just before 1:00 she was wrapping up and ended the session with song.
But that wasn’t the end of the session.
First, let me say that the Lord was doing a work in me and lifting Jesus’ name high above every other concern that had been bombarding my brain over the past hour. That was humbling. And then I realized that I wasn’t the only one getting a glimpse of Jesus. The entire room was fully engaged in worship.
People were starting to pray for each other. That went on for the next hour and a half.
Yes, for the entire lunch/nap hour, plus 30 more minutes, women were crying out and praying for each other. Two relationships were reconciled when the women went to each other and prayed together. (In one of those, the women had not spoken in 2 years) Eight women were baptized in the Spirit for the first time and spoke in tongues.
There was weeping, laughing, clapping, jumping, hugging and healing.
At 2:30, the prayers started to wind down, and the praise reports began! Almost every woman wanted to share some way the Lord began to heal her, some reconciliation she experienced, a hopeful vision or promise He gave her. It almost became a fight for who got to share next.
Our dear translator was a trooper, as we English-speakers listened with wide eyes to the Bengali testimonies, then insisted that each one be translated. Even if there had been no translation, the joy, hope and freedom was so evident on their faces.
It was truly the Spirit breathing life into that place yesterday. It will be the Spirit who sustains and grows them.
Please PLEASE pray for the Lord to raise up women who are local and long-term to disciple these dear ladies at the VU. Each one is fighting a specific battle and shedding a painful past. And each one of them can be used mightily by the Lord who makes all things new.
There is so much hope. SO MUCH HOPE….for no other reason than Jesus’ death and life in them.
“He who calls you is faithful; he will surely do it.” 1 Thess 5:24