Thursday will definitely be remembered as one of this trip’s highlights. I’m not sure if it’s because of material we covered on evangelism which I know touched the Father’s heart, or because we actually went out and did what we talked about. Most likely both.
Much of what I taught was brand new for the students, and for me, as the Holy Spirit was giving me insight into scripture in ways I had never seen before. Specifically along the lines of obedience to preach the Gospel.
I think most Christians would say that they pray for the lost; Charismatic Christians even saying they intercede. I love to pray, and I love Houses of Prayer. And here in Switzerland we are binding a spirit of witchcraft over the nation. But if rebellion is as the sin of witchcraft (1 Sam 15:23), then not following Jesus’ command to go and preach the Gospel, yet all the while “praying for the lost,” is nothing short of sorcery. Thus we are actually contributors of this prevailing spirit. For while Jesus had a profound and intimate prayer life with his Father, scripture also shows us that his greatest moments of spiritual warfare were ministering to individual lives. Touching people, setting them free. And as a result, opening perpetual doors in regions previously hostile toward him.
During a packed-out evening church meeting, one in which the students led the first section, and Jennifer and I led the later (Jennifer had one of the most profound prophetic songs I have ever heard on the Father’s goodness, putting most everyone on their knees), I felt prompted to scrap my sermon and share more on evangelism. Then one of the SOW students interrupted me and said, “Well, let’s go!”
Why not? I thanked everyone, put the mic down, and walked out, inviting the whole group to hit the streets. It was radical. And yet so normal.
I went with a small group back to the Kebab restaurant (where we prayed for the guy with the blind eye), and brought the owner and one of the employees CDs. After eating kebabs, I put on a mini-concert, and before I knew it, the owner was dancing with one of his employees! The place was electrified with the joy of the Lord!
By the end of the night, our team was telling all the guys about the love of Jesus, the praying with them in small groups. Jennifer and I laid hands on the owner, his wife, and their kids, and prayed over them. Below a few of our guys are praying with Mo-Mo (Mohammad). Awesome.
I can honestly say I haven’t felt the pleasure of God this strongly on my life in a very long time. He is re-digging wells of joy in my heart that are directly connected to looking outside of myself. ch: