Took a long time to get to sleep last night, and woke early-ish, with an abundance of thoughts about yesterday going through my head. In all my 17 years of coming to this amazing city in this wonderful country, and after the many amazing and wonderful salvations, miracles, and healings that I’ve had the unbelievable privilege of not only seeing, but being involved in, including a dead boy come back to life a few years ago, I honestly don’t think anything compares with the impact, ramifications, and blessing, of yesterday.
Nothing could prepare me – or anyone – for what God did yesterday. The events of the afternoon, following my year of knowing Dario, were just breathtaking. I started this blog as just a ‘post’ on Facebook, but then felt that I didn’t want it on an ‘open’ news-feed, as the impact, significance, and ramifications of where this could lead, are beyond my comprehension. I don’t know if you’ve ever seen any of Ross Kemp’s documentaries on television: he goes ‘undercover’ often into places most of us would not only fear to tread, but wouldn’t even contemplate going. Yesterday was a situation not unlike that: except we were at the invitation of the head honcho!
I’ll be honest with you, I get more than a little concerned when I go to meetings in churches, and the pastor/worship leader ‘calls down the Presence of God’: we CARRY THE PRESENCE OF GOD, so if the presence of God is not already ‘there’ because you’re there, that begs massive questions, surely? To have the amazing privilege of taking the Presence of God into a dangerous ghetto, to see the Kingdom of Heaven fill a room in a house in that neighbourhood, is indescribable. A lady in the meeting in church last night, high in the mountains (and I didn’t even do anything in the meeting other than introduce Robert, Nick, and Simon) came up to me afterwards, and, through Wilmar (translating) said ‘You’re an angel sent by God to our church, and to our city’.
To say tears filled my eyes would be an understatement: humbled another understatement. I’d never met her before, to my recollection, though she might have been in the church last year when I was there with Glyn, from Eastbourne. It was an amazing blessing. The pastor told me last night of people who were healed there last November. Utterly blown away.
The next few days could, just could, have such a significance in this place it defies my understanding: and astonishes me that God has used such a plonker to be involved in it.