How on EARTH do I find words that will do yesterday justice? I can’t. A written report or blog seems so bland when it tries to convey what happened in reality.

We left the house at about 7am, got home at just on 1 am…. two tremendous churches in the morning: one of around 200 at 7 am saw a mammoth response to the call for healing, which gave us a bit of a problem as theoretically we should have been the other side if the city at 10 am for Wilmar’s church! Simon suggested that we got the folk to put their hands on their sick/injured/painful areas of their body, which they did, and within minutes many were raising their hands to say they’d been healed….We heard a few of the testimonies, but sadly we had to rush away to get to Wilmar’s… lovely church, great meeting, great worship, and a load more healings, including more knees (I always have to document THAT one!), everyone Nick & I prayed for testified to pain going…..

By now, we were knackered! – and we were due pretty immediately at Dario’s ‘finca’ for lunch…. but we had to come back to the apartment just to chill for even 30 minutes, and change….then out again at 2pm to Dario’s do….

It’s a long drive, to an estate high up in the Andes: idyllic, glorious views, and the finca is amazing: unsurprisingly, there was good security on the gates(!), and then this panoramic postcard scene of log houses, manicured gardens, a log gazebo, and more, greeted us. We discovered that the place was jointly owned by Dario, and two of his colleagues: all of them were there, with their families. Great barbecue, got to know more of Dario’s family…. and his parrot, which seemed delighted to sit on my shoulder. My only fear was the end of the parrot I couldn’t see, and my dark t-shirt!

At about 5.30, Dario told us that he’d told all the other families, as well as his own, that gringo missionaries were there to pray for any who were sick. To get the picture of

what happened next, try and imagine that these families are all in similar businesses to Dario…. EVERYONE from all the families turned up. And were really needed to leave at 6pm for a church I’ve never been to before….

Simon wanted to share the gospel with them: he did it excellently. And then asked if anyone wanted to give their lives to Jesus, to pray the prayer he led, after Johan, the translator, had ‘Spanished’ it!

EVERYONE PRAYED….everyone prayed the prayer of commitment to Jesus…. it was real Acts of the Apostles stuff! I explained that they now knew  God who healed, told a couple of stories of miraculous healings, and then…. the tsunami of people again for healing. Nick & I paired up again, Si was with Wilmar and Johan. The first man, Alejandro, had wrecked knees ( 🙂 ) and bad eyesight. Healed, instantly. Walking perfectly normally, and seeing better than for years. And so it went on!

All sorts of disease, illness, pain, sight issues, emotional problems, fear, depression… some fear from some ladies (understandably) because of the cultural lifestyle of the family, and the ever-present threat of danger…. All the folk Nick & I prayed for were healed, relationship issues included, and the same for Simon’s little team, with lots of the more emotional healings. It was awesome – and so, so, so surreal in many ways, but man alive, the impact that this will have is incomprehensible…

Then, finall,y at 710pm, we headed off for a hair raising drive round winding mountain roads, as usual overtaking anything and everything on the road on the bends, from motorbikes to buses…. many without lights on…. it was almost a bowel-moving experience! The church was great – called Restauracion (Restoration)…. Nick spoke and sang very well, Simon & I both preached…. and the tangible presence of the Lord healed everyone in mine & Nick’s little team –

– a lad about 12, with dangerously low blood-pressure, couldn’t walk, and in pain…. walked out of the church. Victor, a Caleno (man of Cali!) who spoke English, had his left knee healed from a failed surgery (makes me even more doubtful about letting a surgeon – ever! – near mine!), a lovely mum of a boy who was healed (from what, now, I can’t recall) had cut three of her fingers very deeply across the knuckle: she’d cut muscle, tendons, and sinews – couldn’t close her hand, and was in terrible pain, but only for another two minutes…the Pastor, Luis Fernando, his knees and right hip were instantly healed, and he;d had terrible and fast declining eyesight for years – everything was healed, the eyesight coming back at least 50%, and the other by today…

Dozens of healings…miracles…. and then the long drive home, which got us here at just past 1 am, totally and utterly shattered, elated, and – for me – the adrenaline was pumping after such an awesome day, and my knees were unbelievably awful – sleep didn’t come until about 4 am…. so I didn’t feel guilty about not getting up until 9.30!

A ‘quiet’ day today – but then we’ve had those before and they haven’t remained quiet… here’s hoping!