We began our morning service “Kenyan time”, i.e., about 2 ½ hours late.  Few people were there and I wondered what sort of “seminar” this would be.

It was already Thursday, December 21st, only three days before Christmas Eve. People were traveling home to visit family, and pastors were committed to Christmas season engagements.

Things did not look good, particularly when the Bishop walked out without a word, leaving me to wonder where he was going. I forced myself to focus on G-d and on the invisible in the heavenlies as opposed to the visible here on earth. Undoubtedly the Lord had a plan that He was fully able to perform.

Just then I heard the Lord’s voice say something bewildering, “Go and pay for the plot of land.”

“Lord,” I replied in my mind, “is that You? You know I don’t have the funds.”

“I want you to go and right the wrong my servant Bera has done¹⁴, and sow peace between him and the landlord.”

I know G-d’s voice. I have been guided and instructed, reproved and comforted by it for many years. I recognize it any time. But this was most unusual to have me pay a debt with money I did not have.

“Lord, all I have is the ministry’s credit card. Do You want me to use that?”

“Yes,” was the short answer.

“Father,” I now replied, somewhat uneasy, “You know I have no earthly means whatsoever to pay off that VISA, with no more donations coming in. It will take a miracle from You to pay off that debt.”

“Go and right the wrong, and sow peace,” He said again.

“O.K., Lord,” I said, “if I have heard You right, I will do it. But I need some confirmation.” 

What that would be I had no idea at the moment. What's more, the Holy Spirit urged me later to tell the Bishop about this, compelling me to step “out of the boat.” However, I cautioned that I first needed confirmation.

We were praising and worshiping the Lord, when suddenly loud shouting erupted from outside. The pastors had arrived! With uplifted hands and shouts of victory, they marched triumphantly into the church, wives and Bishop Bera following behind. Joy filled my heart at the sight of G-d’s faithfulness. His servants had “gone the extra mile”. They came from Uganda¹⁵, from Nairobi¹⁶, Nakuru¹⁷, Kitale, Malaba, and Eldoret¹⁸. They had defied weather and road conditions and despite time constraints, they came to hear the prophetess from Israel.

The Holy Spirit fell and prompted me to teach on “Developing Patience” in both the morning and evening meetings. I was preaching as much to myself as to the people and pastors who listened intently while taking notes. In both services, people got saved, baptized with the Holy Spirit, and received prayer.

Little did I realize how ample opportunity I would have to “develop patience” during this Kenya mission. I was soon to find out…