For four straight nights in Rwanda, the area in front of the stage was filled with sinners who repented and received Jesus. We also had a leadership seminar during which the Spirit fell with such power that there was hardly a dry eye in the room.
When it was time for me to leave Africa, it turned out that the flight from Addis to Frankfurt was cancelled. That meant that I couldn’t get on the flight that would take me out of Rwanda, but I didn’t know why I was stranded and was left clueless at the airport in Rwanda! I prayed quietly, “You’ll have to help me now, Jesus!” The airport in Rwanda is not much bigger than a bus station, and for awhile it seemed like there were no other alternatives for me! Finally I was able to find someone who could help me check for other flights with other airlines. There was one, a Kenya Airlines flight to Nairobi, where I am now. If things go my way, I’ll fly KLM to Amsterdam, delayed because of the ash cloud in Iceland, so in the best case scenario I’ll be home tomorrow at the earliest!
It seems like there are many volcanoes waking up these days. At the same time, I am sensing the Holy Spirit telling me to increase the frequency of our crusades, that the time has begun in which the final call is going forth to compel them in. The only thing I am thinking about these days is souls. Souls, souls, souls. With a focus on repentance and the baptism of the Spirit. New family-based homes that rescue children from the streets into a home to give them Jesus.
Then the master said to the servant, ‘Go out into the highways and hedges, and compel them to come in, that my house may be filled.
I think that’s where we are now: a long period of time during which we are calling out this invitation. I felt very strongly in Rwanda that although there is an emphasis on praying for the sick, and of course that is a part of the ministry of Jesus, above all he came to seek and to save the lost.
