Last night we went with John, the other American to the town Guajimia to help with a children's church service. I couldn't believe my eyes... it was very poor. The church sanctuary was connected to the two room house that the pastor lived in. Could I really live there? Everything was so filthy and there were mosquitoes everywhere. But the children, the children were wonderful. Throughout the service, it was an encouragement for me to see these children with so much faith. After John preached, we had a prayer time. We moved all the chairs and stood around the "sanctuary" in a circle and held hands to pray for the church and the town. We prayed for the leaders in the church, the children and their families, and we prayed for a revival in the town. That night Bethany and I were talking about this prayer time. We were both amazed at the faith of these children as they prayed for a revival in their town. They believe that God is going to do something big in their area and they are putting their faith in Him completely that He will provide for them and move in that place. They believe in God that He can do a miracle. How much do I truely believe that God will do a miracle like that? Do I have a child-like faith, like these children, that a passion for God could spread to all the people across that whole town? I want to have that kind of faith.
1 comment:
sarah,
The idea of prayer, is interesting the more we I look at this concept that we (poor children in the d.r, persecuted Christians in the middle east, and myself suburuban u.s. of a) are all praying to the same God. It begs questions first of faith, second of the nature of our prayers and also the nature of God. hmmmm. you got me thinking. This might turn into a blog sometime soon. thanks for sharing jim
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