When I was in Australia a couple of months ago, I had the pleasure and the privilege of meeting a lovely young married couple, Sergey and Svetlana Mironova. Sergey had been diagnosed with cancer, and we had a lovely time praying together. They are a couple that I felt God had got big plans for, together with their little daughter, Mary. In the past couple of weeks, the cancer has increased with a vengeance, and I’ve had lots of conversations with Svetlana on Facebook, keeping me right up to date with Sergey’s condition.

It’s not good. The doctors have suggested that, as the cancer is now in his stomach, too – its cut off the entrance to the stomach for all food – that they give him medication to help the pain, and…. well, there’s only one (fairly imminent) outcome to that. They have a lot of faith, these two: but understandably, Svetlana’s especially, has been rocked massively, and they’ve asked me, after them praying about it, if I’d go and pray for Sergey. It seems that the churches in their area don’t have faith for healing, and they clearly felt that God did something in Sergey the night we prayed. They are just an ordinary Russian couple, now resident in Australia, but they’ve had the faith and willing to make the sacrifice to pay for me to go.

So – on Monday night I fly over to England, and Tuesday, fly out to Melbourne, to pray for this lovely man for a miracle. They’re lining up others for me to pray for, which, of course, I’m more than happy to do. After the immense faith-raising time in Cali, Colombia last month, my faith is ‘up there’ and want to see this cancer totally annihilated. Please would you pray for them, and for me? My knees have been rebelling somewhat, so it’s going to be a ‘gritted teeth’ journey!

Today – well, yesterday now! – Saturday, I had the honour of ‘officiating’ at the interment of dear Roy Campbell’s ashes into his mum’s grave. It was a beautiful morning here, warm and sunny, and just a precious time with a number of members of Roy’s family. It was another lovely occasion to tell of Roy’s salvation just ahead of him going to meet Jesus, and I pray that for some of the not-yet Christians in the family will make the same choice as Roy, who was dearly loved by the whole family.

Tonight, Sunday, Peter and Kerry, who were in Colombia with me, are sharing their experiences there in church: my prayer is that it will take some – all? – of the people who hear them, to a new place of faith for healing: of themselves, and for others.