I awoke at dawn – to a powerful kokadoodledoo. Praise G-d, I DID sleep!
It was the first day of our 5-day Webuye8 Seminar. Due to Peninah’s death and burial and my delayed arrival, all our meetings had to be rescheduled within just a few days. Hence, the number of meetings and attendants was uncertain.
On our way to church we visited Sister Ann, a well-known Webuye9 business woman and disciple of Yeshua, who was sick. We prayed for her healing, and she served us sodas.
At church we joined the two intercessors already there. The building, formerly covered halfway with thick plastic sheets10, was now fully enclosed with aluminium. Although there is not yet any electricity, there are doors, shutters and locks. A Webuye11 city official, made a donation toward closing up the open church structure. Mama Bera planted flowers and shrubs around the building, believing G-d for this plot of land on which the church stands.
Soon a young couple and two women arrived. I stood in the open door in the back, looking for people.
“Lord, You sent me here on a mission. Now, please, send your angels to gather the people together to hear Your Word. Fill up this church.”
Suddenly I spotted some dark clouds followed by a huge black blanket. In just minutes rain fell in sheets of water. I bound the downpour in Yeshua’s Name, but it only got worse. The whole area got drenched. Nevertheless, I rebuked Satan’s attempt to nullify our meetings.
We were exactly ten adults and one baby boy. We began to praise and worship our Heavenly Father and His Son, ignoring the rain. We did not quit, we did not leave. Suddenly, one by one, people came in.
The Lord had given me many teachings, but which was the opening one? Only the Lord knows the needs of His disciples. Discipling is like bricklaying, one brick upon the other – but which should be the first?
It was already after 9 p.m., when the Lord finally laid on my heart the message -- “Going the Extra Mile.”
The moment I began the Holy Spirit fell on me, rushing through me and anointing the message. The Holy Spirit loved this message! It was from the Lord’s heart, visibly touching the people’s heart.
I preached until 11 p.m. Bishop Bera followed-up on the Word just given, closing with the salvation call. Several people got saved and baptized with the Holy Spirit.
Only after midnight did we close the service with praise and songs, when the generator ran out of fuel, instantly abandoning us to utter darkness. But -- I had my big Israeli hiking flashlight with me.
“Let there be light!” I shouted, laughing, and turned on the strong beam of light.
Later, after the service, it occurred to me how very appropriate the Lord’s message was: both we and the people had gone the “extra mile”, and what a blessing the service turned out to be. Halleluyah!
The next morning we learned that busloads of tourists going up to beautiful Masai Safari Mara for Christmas got trapped in deep mud12 and were forced to spend the night in their buses rather than in the lovely lodges13. These downpours puzzled everyone as Christmas is a major tourist season because of its dry and warm weather. Little did they know…;-)
Would the pastors, slated to attend the Seminar, also be trapped in muddied roads? Many would be coming from far.
Would they also go the “extra mile?”
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