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 Up in the Hills of Rwanda

 Oh that thou wouldest rend the heavens, that thou wouldest come down, that the mountains might flow down at thy presence, As when the melting fire burneth, the fire causeth the waters to boil, to make thy name known to thine adversaries, that the nations may tremble at thy presence!”  (Isa 64:1-2)

Our first set of meetings are in Muhanga, an hour’s drive from the capital. I have no idea what to expect – sometimes it will be an incredible surprise; sometimes it is just warm-up for the rest of the campaign.  Most of the bigger outpourings of the Holy Spirit seem to happen in the small villages out in the country, so I don’t mind driving an hour to minister to God’s hungry children out here. They do more for me than I do for them.

Muhanga is where everything starts in Rwanda, including the Genocide in 1994 that destroyed a million people in just 100 days. I have been asked to come here because the cold wall of unforgiveness still grips the hearts of these people. Which is not surprising considering the extreme horrors that took place. My host tells me that they have asked me to come to Muhanga for two reasons: they need revival here desperately because of the spirit of unforgiveness that lingers, and it is in Muhanga that everything starts in Rwanda.

All that may be well and good, but do they want revival is the question I ask. If they are not willing to let go of the old hatreds and passions, there’s not much I can do. I don’t have anything special to offer other than the message that God has given me.  The spark of revival has to happen between the hearts of people who are desperate for God and the throne of His mercy.  For some reason, I am not feeling the usual excitement inside me that pumps me up to drive into each campaign. Maybe it’s from lack of sleep, maybe I’m not tanked up enough on reading and prayer, or maybe there is a cold layer of ice in the hearts of these people that is shutting out God. Whatever it is, I am not expecting what comes next.

Instead of a little country church where a couple dozen poor people are waiting for me, I walk into a large building where over 250 people start cheering and clapping as I enter.  I am thoroughly amazed.  Here is hope, because it is not me that they are cheering, but it is the promise of God for revival.  I may not have a “feel” for what the message will be yet, but God has to feed His people. It will come.

The evening service is even more incredible. Now there are over 700 people in this place, all singing and praising God at the top of their lungs.  Again, as I walk in, they start cheering. It is deafening. How can God not hear? I have decided to bring the message from the Book of Joel and show them the prophesies of the coming great revival first before launching into the usual series of messages about how badly the Church in the last days would need a true, Holy Ghost revival.  I am told that they normally win about 300 souls every month, so how can I reprove them about not winning souls? These people are already on the road to revival, so what is it that I can give them?

But there is still something missing here.  I can feel it but I don’t know what it is. As the message pours out of me for the next hour and a half, I get this sense of people stuck inside a bucket, peering over the edge at me. They want what I am telling them about, but they are stuck in something that keeps them from being free. I don’t know what it is yet, but this will not be the usual set of messages that I bring. I will have to be totally yielded to the Spirit to navigate these waters so that God can break through whatever this barrier is in their hearts. 

And right now, I don’t feel very yielded or up to the task. But then, when am I ever? I just have to close my eyes and step off the cliff, and let God do what He is going to do. 

Rend the heavens, O God, and let the mountains of Rwanda flow down at Thy presence!

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