When Heaven Invades Africa

Almost every time I go to town I get to bless someone in need. Usually it’s in the form of food for the street kids. The other day I had a little old lady ask me for a soda. It’s fun blessing those little old mamas because they’re so sweet and appreciative. Although they can be quite forceful too! I don’t hand out money very often but sometimes I feel led.

I’ve had the opportunity to pray for people on the street quite often. No screwing around with those piddley little prayers either (I know, I’m just kidding there’s no prayer to small). I’ve prayed for limbs to grow back, twisted hands and feet to straighten and most recently elephantitis. Haven’t had any breakthroughs yet, that I know of, but any day now! The Lord said I’d see fingers and arms grow back so that’s what I’m expecting.

I’ve heard some crazy amazing stories from pastors about healing and deliverances that have been taking place. Not just one or two but hundreds and even THOUSANDS in a day. I can wait to be in the middle of one of those meetings. So many diseases and illnesses here are the result of witchcraft and demon possession. There’s a couple of TV evangelists that have the gift of deliverance. They’ll get people on stage (sometimes by force) and start preaching in Jesus name and these demons start to manifest. Shrieking, flopping around and trying to run from the stage (which is usually followed by a guard knocking them back off their feet). You don’t see this kind of stuff on American television.