Nations: persecuted church 2
Sunday morning church
The pastor of the church (that is in process of registration) picked me up for the service in the morning.
The pastor was full of joy. He is a native and came to this city as it is the city with mostly native people and least Christians. Sounds like I met about half of the Christians during my time in the city of 400,000 people! I this city they translated me into the native language but in the other city it was into another language.
People arrived a few at a time. The word of where they were meeting was still getting out. They don’t give any info on phones. They still trust Skype and of course word of mouth. The room was packed and there was hunger for God in the room.
Worship was amazing. I felt to go around and start to pray for people and give hugs. Many had tears running down their faces. I came to one lady, it was the first time I saw her, and she completely broke down in tears. After a while she started to feel really heavy and she just fell down on the floor, I managed to hold her that she didn’t get hurt. This all happened next to the pastor who was worshipping the Lord and didn’t see us go down ☺. She had an encounter with God’s Love. Her eyes were shining! It was her birthday and she came from very far to get there that morning for the service, the roads where she’s from are very bad, but she made it. Hunger for God is what moves His heart... the more hunger in the room the more powerfully He moves.
I shared some of my story and from Lazarus’ story. During our prayer time God moved powerfully and every person we prayed for received healing!! I invited them all to pray with me. Everybody was going for it but my eye caught a little old lady who was very excited the previous day when she saw the people healed at the meetings we had. She was on fire! The pastor had tears streaming down his face as the Lord was touching his life. I felt the Lord show me that he is a father in the city. I saw fountains in the churches and an underground river that is getting stronger and stronger feeding the fountains. God is alive in this place!! Our service ended around 3pm.
restaurant & mothers prayer time
After service we went to a restaurant owned by a couple in the church. We prayed for the restaurant and the couple’s mothers wanted prayer. They closed the restaurant to the public for our time there. The husband’s mother came with her younger sister. The mother was dressed really nice. They were both characters ☺. I shared a little and the husband’s mother said that she struggles with anger and actually had to leave the house she was so angry and even have physical pain because of it! I suggested we go to another room to pray. She said no, that everybody knows about her issues we can pray right there! I prayed over her and she got in touch with deep pain. All her physical pain left and she was completely at peace. The sister have the cutest face. I could just see as a child she must have been so mischievous ☺. She too received healing. God’s grace is so amazing. When hearts are hungry He’ll move. Prayed over everybody, including the cook ☺. They served us dinner and then we went home about 9pm.
Monday prayer time
Monday there was a schedule for me to minister one on one to ladies, a lady on every hour.
During the prayer ministry times in both cities I heard so many times words like; I went to my neighbor’s house, I went to a family member’s house… when I was alone a man told me to lay down and then he raped her or touched her inappropriately. Many were raped more than once. Only a few were not raped but there were other inappropriate sexual encounters. When they try to fight they get beat up badly. One lady had a very good male friend. One day they were together with his girlfriend and two other guys. The 3 guys talked outside. The guy, who was her friend, took his girlfriend and left and the 2 other guys raped her. She was a virgin… So many were raped by people they know.
In especially big families the kids all sleep on the floor together, one lady shared that her aunt was sleeping in the room with them and the uncle would come and lie on the floor and start to touch her as she was on the side. Then there’s dealing with the guilt of not shouting out but it is a culture where you listen to those older than you, even siblings. So many abused by older brothers & uncles & their own fathers.
It is so part of this culture it is so sad. I heard from a US Official that over 90% of homes experience domestic abuse and depending on the country in the region 85-95% of women have been raped…. That is true, I heard it over and over.
Also ministered to ladies who’s mothers were “stolen” by their fathers. It is called “bride kidnapping”. A guy sees a women he likes and kidnaps her, rapes her and then the family rather sees the lady marry the man than come home to prevent shame on the family. So their mothers were forced to marry their fathers.
The Lord set one lady free from fear that her husband will do to their daughter what her father has done to her. But her husband is a good man and has not given her any reason to believe he will hurt her or their daughter. So much confusion but God was renewing minds, brought so much deep healing.
So many lies were broken and Truth came.
Every time the ministry time ended, the ladies said they felt peace and some felt joy and some said they felt “light”.
need of healed men
I have heard stories of good men and have met very good men here, so it is of course not all men. But generally as a culture it is so “normal” to violate women. Women are seen as sex objects.
The 2 pastors I met in the city invited me back and one pastor asked that I come back and train their people how to do prayer ministry. Will be an honor.
First city and a ministry moment I will never forget
I returned to the first Monday night to have one more full day of ministry at the house my missionary friend has established and works with ladies coming out of prison. They are one big family at this house. Some live in the house and a few who needed a safe place like an 11 year old girl and her aunt. The aunt rescued her from her alcoholic parents and sexual abuse from her father.
My friend is concerned about the little girl as the school she attends is not good, they don’t teach the kids much but it is the only one that is close. This girl has so much potential. I pray for the right doors to open for her. She has a Father in Heaven who cares deeply about her and will make a way for her where there seems to be no way.
One lady I ministered to when I first arrived in the city came to me and told me how in the last few days, since our time together, she was completely different. She was so happy and so was I ☺ Lasting fruit is what I want.
It was the 11 year old girl’s birthday. Her aunt told her she had to choose between a birthday cake and a doll as she couldn’t afford both. I’m happy to share in the end she received 2 cakes and gifts. Was so beautiful to see. She is very bright.
I ministered one on one to some and to the group on the Father’s heart. His love filled the room. All had tears running down their faces. Some looked really hard and to see His love touch them & tears run down their faces is something so incredibly powerful. So beautiful!!! Only Love can do that.
The little girl was sobbing. His Presence was so strong, Peace filled the room. Breakthrough came. Afterwards the little girl said she does not feel alone anymore. Only later that night I would realize the power of the revelation that came to her heart. It was a life changing moment for her.
My friend, who was also my translator, had to take care of a few things and I felt to put some Christian dance kind of music on that I thought the little girl would like. She totally got into it and we were just dancing. We took the music into the office, into the kitchen, then the dining room and were just silly. Those we didn’t get dancing with us laughed with us and at us. Joy was released and we were bonding. I didn’t know that later that night I would be ministering to her.
I’ve not ministered to a child her age and especially with her background. But she was open and wanted me to minister to her.
We asked Jesus what He wanted to do and she started to share how a boy called her bad names and that opened her talking about her parents. She said crying it was not her fault that her parents were drinking and the way there were. It came from a place of brokenness. She was sobbing sharing about what she’s been through but she didn’t mention the sexual abuse.
She just said her father came to her in the night. I felt the Lord show me to share with her that the question I’m about to ask her is to help her be free. Everything she shares with Jesus goes onto the Cross and it is like she will be going through the Cross and on the other side she will be free. I tore the shape of a Cross out of my notepaper to show her what I meant.
I’ve seen the importance of people processing pain and anger (including my own life), it helps speaking it out telling Jesus what happened and allow themselves to go to the place they rather want to forget about. But trying to just forget about it won’t bring healing. I don’t understand it all but I’ve seen over and over when people allow themselves to go there, as the Lord leads them there (it has to be HIS timing), and allow themselves to feel the pain and verbally process it with Jesus, there is incredible freedom that comes.
So as gently as I could I asked her what happened when her father came to her in the night. The details were sickening. She shared how he would give her vodka to make her drunk thinking she would not know what happened. She said he did that so that she will forget about it. This started from age 4 and ended at age 10. She shared about the physical & emotional pain of physical and sexual abuse. Going to school was her only safe place but many times he did not allow her to go to school she said.
The fact that she is “normal” and don’t have some kind of brain damage is a miracle. She is bright, has a sense of humor. She is an incredible child.
She was shaking as she was crying sharing about it all, giving it all to Jesus. It was a moment between her and her Savior, Jesus Christ. The words she shared are words that should not even exist but sin has brought words that only the blood of Jesus can heal. The enemy came to kill, steal and destroy…. BUT Jesus came that we can have life and life in abundance.
I was looking at a miracle enfolding in front of my eyes. The Cross is the Divine Exchange. He takes all the hurt, the pain, the anger, the shame, the guilt, the regret, the lost of innocence, the lost childhoods and in exchange gives us a new beginning. The restoration that comes through the Cross is a miracle. He can restore innocence.
We prayed together and I lead her through forgiveness and prayed over her.
At the end I asked her to ask Jesus how He sees her. She saw a picture of a girl dressed in white! That girl was her. God is her Heavenly Pappa.
She did not receive the spirit of bondage again to fear but she received the Spirit of adoption by whom she cries out “Abba, Father”. Romans 8:15.
His love is truly the most powerful force in the universe. He cleansed her. I asked her to think again about those memories and tell me what she felt when she thinks about them. She looked at me and said nothing, there was peace. This is only possible through what Jesus has done for us on the Cross. She was on a path where her past would have played out in her life but now she can have a new beginning…
When God heals a wound it is like a scar, I can see the scar and tell you what happened there but all the pain associated with it is gone. It is the same with healing of the heart. You can still see the memory but all the pain is gone. There is a peace. That is only possible through the blood of Jesus. He truly paid the ultimate price. Without the Cross we learn to cope. Authentic freedom is only possible through the Cross. Applying the Cross. I won’t get clean by just looking at a bar of soap. The same with the Cross, I get clean by applying, by receiving what Jesus paid for. When I forgive I choose to stand with Jesus.
I yet again received deeper revelation of the reality of the Cross. Thank you Jesus for setting that little girl free. I will never forget my time with her.
Who the Son sets free is free indeed.
I’m sitting at the airport, waiting to board to go to Berlin where I’m meeting my mom for our ministry time in Germany, France and Turkey. The journey continues.