I’ve been coming here to Mexico City for 17 years: my friendship with the Osorio family just gets stronger and more lovely. Benny & I hugged at the end of the meeting last night, both of us in tears, just loving our friendship, and recognising that God has done something this trip to strengthen our relationship, and, in the churches, unleashed aHis Presence and power unlike either of us have seen in the past years.
It has been just like Colombia: Cali especially, of course! – so, so amazing in terms of miracles, healings, and salvation. Relationships with people like Danny & Paty Ortiz, Enrique & Norma Cardenas, and so many more, have become strong friendships, which will grow and grow. New friendships with Richard & Veci Vasconcelos, Federico & Esperanza, are so precious.
This astonishing city of 32 million+ people – that’s not counting places like Ecatapec, where I was last night, is seeing a new level of God moving, I believe. I so want to be part of it, and so February, three – maybe four – weeks, is very much in mind now.
Again, the story is – the blind see, the deaf hear, the lame walk. Who’d not WANT to see God do that? I know I can’t ever do anything else with my life, especially retire! The journey home, which begins with me leaving this house at 8.30 tonight, won’t end until about 10.30 Wednesday morning in Northern Ireland. I’d have to say my knees aren’t looking forward to it, and I’m not overjoyed at the thought of the journey home. But would I swap the journey to miss what’s happened? Never, in a million years!