I had a message from a friend earlier to say that she was running out of words to say about these blogs….positive words, I ought to add! I guess I’m in exactly the same position, wary of using too many superlatives as they can just become meaningless to some people, but how God moving amazingly  can ever NOT deserve superlatives, and become meaningless, beats me…

Tonight, a 30 minute drive on good roads, then about 20 minutes on unbelievably awful roads (though to get to Melendez use to be up a hill that was like Lynton, in Devon (England, for the geographically challenged!) – maybe 1 in 2 in the measurements that I remember: a hill where you could have your foot flat on the floor with the accelerator, in first gear, and still go backwards…!

But beating the roads is so worthwhile: a lovely church that meets in the garage of the home of pastors, Jesus and Angela. I’ve been there a few times now, but this evening knocked all the others into a cocked hat as God was there in wonderful presence from the moment Angela started the worship time.

Both Beny and Danny spoke: both very well: for me, another ‘achievement’ as I didn’t have someone translating for me, and I understood most of

what both guys preached.

Then the ministry time…. probably about 20 people there, plus my contingent (11 others!), and most wanted prayer for physical or emotional healing. I had the delight of praying for the pastor’s mum, Alejandrina, 76 yers old, with bad back pain, bronchitis, failing eyesight, and dreadful blood circulation in the lower half of her body. Sight improved – good start. Back pain went…. bronchitis – well, she’ll only know when she doesn’t get it again! And legs… total transformation fom ‘deadweight’ and pain when she arrived, to feeling as light as a feather and pain free…. God’s so wonderfully gracious, eh? And of course, Jesus never left anyone half, or even three-quarters healed, so I don’t think the bronchitis stands a chance….

Then Elizabet, her daughter, and – logically! – the pastor’s sister. Hereditary circulation problems: lots of ‘spider veins’ in her legs, and black marks where veins had given up. And a huge hernia in her stomach area. Circulation, God sorted out pretty quickly, pain went from her legs, and I told her to check her legs when she got home for the spider stuff and black spots…

And then came Wilson. Very difficult to hear, as he’d got a quiet and strained voice, two of many issues caused by being stabbed in his head just over his left ear, 15 years ago, a deep wound that cut into his brain. He’d pretty much lost the use of his right arm, and his hand had no strength or grip whatsoever. I prayed for the trauma, shock, horror of the event those 15 years back, and then for his arm and hand. A few moments later, he was gripping my fingers tight, then tighter and tighter still, then Beny’s… his arm regained its movement, and his voice got stronger as his amazement unfolded…. Sensational…. it meant, of course, that it wasn’t just muscles in his arm and hand that ha been healed, but his brain, too….

And here he is, telling  his story:    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cd5vIDs8Hpc

The other guys all saw God move in the folk they prayed for, a lot of it emotional, with tears of troubles turning to tears of joy…. a wonderful evening… and then the ride back down the mountain mud track after a whole evening of rain…. home safe and sound though!

And Ana Beiba’s in the morning….! And then the Social Security hospital again…. and three meetings in the evening. A knackering day, methinks, but so much in anticipation of what God’s going to do!