Tuesday, December 4, 2012
I love it when God throws a wrench in my plans. I had the lesson all ready to teach at the missions school in Pohnlangas, then the Holy Spirit fell and we all ended up washing eachother's feet and asking forgiveness where there had been offense...I washed the Pohnpeian's feet as I repented on behalf of all westerners who had come in and colonized in the name of Jesus. There were many tears shed as students and workers embraced each other. My advice? Hold your plans loosely. It is more exciting!
On my way to drop off the MDMI students and Every Home for Christ workers at their various Bible Studies they are conducting in "U" municipality, we made two house visits to people who have been asking us to come and pray with them.
The first house visit was to the family of Richard (pictured in the purple shirt above). We visited Richard and his family last week. Richard has been filled with demons from a young age which have driven him mad. At only thirteen years old, this big boy would slap his parents and relatives, use extremely bad language, pull his penis out in front of people and urinate, and do other things too disgusting to mentions. As we prayed for him last week, nothing was really happening. He was still out of control, not wanting us to lay hands on him and pray for him. Through a word of knowledge we realized that the parents had spoken curses over his life when he was young. As the parents began to weep and apologize to their son, Richard began to also weep and became more open to deliverance prayers. We walked him through the process, but the demons didn't want to go very easily. This week when we returned to the family, Richard was a lot better. He is not yet completely in his right mind, but has made measureable improvements since last week. So today we just prayed and worshipped together in Richard's home.
The second house visit we made was to the home of an elderly man who we had prayed for in the hospital weeks ago. We prayed for him, believing that God was performing a creative miracle and giving him a new liver. Although the man is feeling better than before and is even able to eat now, he is more recently being tormented by evil spirits that claim to be the ghosts of his wives who have already passed away. We were able to pray more with him, and talk to him about the spiritual reality of what is happening in his life. As I spoke softly to him of the great love that Christ has for him in the Pohnpeain language, he began to weep profusely while shaking my hand. This was so touching. We continue to "stop for the one but believe for the multitudes" here in the Federated States of Micronesia.