Opening the Eyes of My Heart
we prepared for Sunday services as a team of young adults (including myself) were to perform a mime that would be performed for the church. The mime is called Creation to Crucifixion which outlines God the Father as He created the Earth and Man, to Man's fall and to God the Son's redemption of man. we made it to church around 8:45 am to the sound of multiple prayers - zambians in all corners of the building pacing, praying, praising...apparently they had been there for several hours. some ladies, with babies strapped to their backs walked two hours to the church.
the worship in Zambia is a definite joy to the Lord - both harmonic and fluid- which makes churches back home seem like a distant second even on our best days. shouting to the Lord the way the Bible speaks of - all in unison- a beautiful sight.
we performed the mime drama - what better way to convey the Good News where language is a barrier? Bishop Peter asked the audience to explain the mime, and in a native tongue a gentleman retold the story using many gestures. i think he got it.
one of the most amazing sights was the offering. at home, I call and pray over the offering, which seems like a chore more than a blessing. the same old givers give and the consumers consume. in Zambia, the offering filled 7 baskets with men, women and children giving. after the offering was taken, i was preparing for the message only to have a call for the poor. the same people gave again. it lasted 4 minutes - which is a very long time for offering. i was amazaed and blessed at the same time.
the culmination of todays services was the call for prayer. at first, no one stood. then the holy spirit flooded the house and many came. i prayed over those that needed financial support - something that everyone needs in Zambia. however, this prayer request only comes after the Zambian people have sacrificed the little money they had to the church offering and the poor. i prayed on a woman who hoped her husband would be saved and was ailed by head and stomach aches. i prayed for a man who was backslidden and wanted to turn 180 back upstream and no longer be with the dead fish who flow down it. i prayed for a man who prays every day, but felt a need for a revival - this man is already a prayer warrior but wants to be better! Oh, to know a man of this heart back home. after prayer he wept, and I held him - something that i don't know if i could do back home.
it was an amazing experience. i spoke with Reverend Winston Churchhill - (nickname given to him by British Friends). he is a christian apologetic who is petitioning to censor the viewing of Dan Brown's affront on Chrisitianity. Pastor Ted sent him my way as I have been studying Brown's work and preparing a defense to teach to the young adults back home. Rev. Churchill proclaimed me the christian ambassador of his Zambian Ministry. not much of a declaration back home, but an honor for me here.
the crusades are next week. with what i saw today, i am sure it has only begun.
the worship in Zambia is a definite joy to the Lord - both harmonic and fluid- which makes churches back home seem like a distant second even on our best days. shouting to the Lord the way the Bible speaks of - all in unison- a beautiful sight.
we performed the mime drama - what better way to convey the Good News where language is a barrier? Bishop Peter asked the audience to explain the mime, and in a native tongue a gentleman retold the story using many gestures. i think he got it.
one of the most amazing sights was the offering. at home, I call and pray over the offering, which seems like a chore more than a blessing. the same old givers give and the consumers consume. in Zambia, the offering filled 7 baskets with men, women and children giving. after the offering was taken, i was preparing for the message only to have a call for the poor. the same people gave again. it lasted 4 minutes - which is a very long time for offering. i was amazaed and blessed at the same time.
the culmination of todays services was the call for prayer. at first, no one stood. then the holy spirit flooded the house and many came. i prayed over those that needed financial support - something that everyone needs in Zambia. however, this prayer request only comes after the Zambian people have sacrificed the little money they had to the church offering and the poor. i prayed on a woman who hoped her husband would be saved and was ailed by head and stomach aches. i prayed for a man who was backslidden and wanted to turn 180 back upstream and no longer be with the dead fish who flow down it. i prayed for a man who prays every day, but felt a need for a revival - this man is already a prayer warrior but wants to be better! Oh, to know a man of this heart back home. after prayer he wept, and I held him - something that i don't know if i could do back home.
it was an amazing experience. i spoke with Reverend Winston Churchhill - (nickname given to him by British Friends). he is a christian apologetic who is petitioning to censor the viewing of Dan Brown's affront on Chrisitianity. Pastor Ted sent him my way as I have been studying Brown's work and preparing a defense to teach to the young adults back home. Rev. Churchill proclaimed me the christian ambassador of his Zambian Ministry. not much of a declaration back home, but an honor for me here.
the crusades are next week. with what i saw today, i am sure it has only begun.
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