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When I think of Kenya, I think of bright colors, laughter, bare feet, and red dust. Kenya is all those things, but there is also something more that I sense. There is a sense of destiny sewn into the fabric of their soul. They don’t just want revival; they expect it.

In 2004, when the Lord showed me the vision of the field of harvest that stretched across Africa, I saw myself striking a match and dropping it into the brittle, dry grass. As the fields of harvest burst into flame, He spoke to me and said, “That’s my people in Kenya.”  I have thought about that for 15 years. Why did He specify Kenya? Could it be that is where the Great African Revival will start?

Everywhere I travel across sub-Saharan Africa, believers are anxiously expectant of the next great move of God to come to their country. Everyone thinks their country is where it will all start, but I honestly think Kenya is the starting place.  I do believe this coming revival will be fast like a flash of lightning across Africa, and that all of a sudden the fire of God will be burning everywhere across the continent, but I have a feeling it will begin in Kenya.

This last mission to Kenya lasted a month. I started in Mombasa along the coast of the Indian Ocean, at a small but vibrant church. They braved the rain each day and trudged through the mud to come hear the muzumgu preach a strong message of revival.  They were small in number, but boy, could they belt out praise and worship! There is no doubt Heaven heard them. I sure did.

During the three days I was there, we handed out the Four Steps to Revival and purchased a case of Bibles for them. They were so excited about the message that they asked to have a third service on Saturday and a healing line on Sunday.  Besides several smaller infirmities, one lady was completely healed of her diabetes. She came back the next day with her doctor’s confirmation. I took that as a sign that this trip was going to be good.

We saw similar things for the rest of the month. The next church was much larger and the excitement level increased with the size. We had three healing lines, one each night. They sent me a list of all the healings that happened, but there were three that really stood out.

One lady came up and as soon as I laid hands on her, it was like sticking my fingers in a light socket. Both her and I were vibrating like we were switched on. I don’t remember what her ailment was, but I’m sure it got fried with the Holy Ghost.   A few people later, as I laid hands on a woman, the Spirit flowed down so heavily that not only the hairs on my arms stood straight up, but it was the same for the people assisting me. Again, I have no idea what she came up for, but I am positive she didn’t go back with it.

And then there was this little girl.  I had to get down on my knees to hear her, but she was okay. It was her grandma who was sick, so sick that she was not able to come to services, so the little girl asked if I could pray and heal her grandma. Oh Lord, did my heart melt!  So we prayed.  I can usually feel the Holy Spirit flow through me when I pray, so I knew He had heard this little girl’s prayer. A couple days later, they handed me a long list of healing testimonies. Grandma was on the list.

I don’t measure the effectiveness of my ministry like most other evangelists.  For me, it’s not about how many people got healed, although the number of people who received supernatural healings on this trip totaled over one hundred. Neither do I count the number of souls saved. There were quite a few, as there is on every trip I take, but I don’t count them because that’s the job of an evangelist. I am not an evangelist; I am a revivalist. I measure the effectiveness of my ministry by the number of churches that have been set on fire and that are actively heading out into the streets to spread the message.

We visited eight churches on this trip and all of them, I dare say, were at the very least challenged. Most turned immediately to witness to their communities and some doubled the size of their church before I left the country.

As the testimonies pile up, it is the future that I am most interested in. What will happen 6 months from now, or even next year? Will they follow the formula that I showed them in the Bible to keep the fire burning?  Or will they allow the cares of this world to erode their new found zeal?

I told them that the secret to revival is winning the lost – that is what revival is all about. The secret to winning the lost, however, is building a fire in the church. The fire that is needed for your church is the fire that comes off the Altar of God.  To climb up into the heavenlies to get that fire, it takes fervent, effective, desperate prayer.  That takes power, real power, and the power to pray like that comes only from the Word of God.  Jesus, who is theWord of God, said that without Him, we can do nothing.

There is it is in its simplicity. God makes everything simple for us so that it is never a matter of being able to overcome any obstacles, but rather a choice we make to avail ourselves of what He has given us.

My prayer for Kenya is that in their zeal to initiate a great move of God, they don’t overlook the simplicity of resting from their own works and allow the Word of God to lead them into victory.

That way God gets all the glory.

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Hot and Muggy

IMG_2413Hot and muggy. That’s what Mombasa is like when it’s not raining. Since this is the end of the rainy season, we are getting a lot of both rain and that muggy heat.

The churches we’ve been to are like that also. There’s plenty of heat. You should hear their Praise and Worship times! Talk about hot!  Once they get going, they can sing and dance for hours. The excitement and joy is infectious.

But when we step into the Word, things can get a little muggy. In the first church we ministered in, only a few had Bibles, and fewer still read them. And so the lessons that I brought out of the Bible were revelatory to them. Like drawing back some heavy drapes and letting sunshine flood the room, they opened up a whole new way to see their faith. They were so excited that we bought them a case of Bibles to give them the sustenance and substance to bolster their faith and carry it forward.

As it usually goes, the next place we visited was very different. Still hot and muggy, but a different kind of mugginess. The pastor told me that they preached prosperity here. No, they weren’t prospering, but they were hoping that they would.  Unrequited hopes and prayers can leave you a little muggy, however. You’re hot, but it’s a muggy heat, and does not have that sharp and distinct heat that you get from direct sunshine.

Well, I figured that the worst that could happen is that after I preached my first message, which was going to be a polar opposite to the prosperity fodder they had been getting, all they could do is ask me not to come back.  Silly me. What was I worried about? God had already gone before me to prepare their hearts and they were ready and open-hearted to receive everything I had to give.  On the ride to the hotel, the pastor kept telling me how this message had changed his whole perspective.

We had three services, each one more exciting than the other. And three healing lines.  Once Africans feel the Holy Ghost flowing, they almost always want to dive into the river. So many of them have needs, and like little children, they look to their Heavenly Father for answers, healing and deliverance. And He hears them. It is a unique experience to stand in between a Heavenly Father and His precious children and feel the oil flow through you as you pray over them.

I have one more church here in Mombasa before we head north into Kenya. It is a small church with no more than a dozen people. I like those kinds of places because it allows me to get deep, close, and personal. The whole tenor of the message changes and you never know what will happen. I have seen all kinds of miracles happen in small meetings like that, from healing the blind to seeing the crippled and paralyzed walk.

Great moves of God are often birthed in small places. Acts chapter 10 tells of one such small meeting when God sent His number one servant to meet a Roman soldier who probably had very few friends. As a Roman, not many Jews would associate with him, and as a friend of Jews, not many Romans would hang out with him. So Peter came to this little tiny meeting. But this meeting opened the dispensation to the Gentiles.

No small meeting at all.

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Ukunda

We are ministering to a small church on the coast of the Indian Ocean near Mombasa. The air here is fresh and clean and has that distinct tropical smell to it just like Miami. I like the feeling in the air and I can see why so many tourists come here from Europe. But we are not here for the tourists; we are here to light a spark in these churches to ignite the spirit of revival in their church.

Ukunda

I used to wonder if I was squandering my time and money in dealing with so many small churches. After all, just what can these little congregations do?  But doesn’t that sound just like Sanballat?

But it came to pass, that when Sanballat heard that we builded the wall, he was wroth, and took great indignation, and mocked the Jews. And he spake before his brethren and the army of Samaria, and said, What do these feeble Jews? will they fortify themselves? will they sacrifice? will they make an end in a day? will they revive the stones out of the heaps of the rubbish which are burned?”  (Nehemiah 4:2)

Less than a dozen people braved the rain and the mud (they have to walk in the rain to get here), but this is a dozen people who are here to receive. Everyone else can stay home as far as I care. These are the ones I have come for and these are the ones who will carry the message.  God always uses the little things, the despised, the weak and foolish things of the world to show His glory.  And He is here tonight.

On the next day, we had double the crowd. They came to hear the American who is not bringing the usual message of peace, love, and grace, but one of righteousness, power, and victory. Revivals are not born on the soft side of the Gospel but on the side of righteousness, repentance, and desperate hunger for a true outpouring of the Holy Spirit. They want the real thing, not the candy-coated version.

So after the second service, they asked if I could do a third one. (Groan) Yes, they know you’re exhausted, but could you please tell them some more? Ten hours after we began, we finally crawled back to the hotel, but yeah, it felt good!

The third day was Sunday and the place was packed out. We sang and danced for hours. Kenyans love music. By the time the second service was finished, it had been another eight hours of church, but we were feeling good.

Some people got healed, some people got saved, but the important thing was that we had started a fire in this church that would not be easily extinguished. Some of these people will never be the same, most especially the pastor. God will take this little seed that has been planted, this little spark that was lit, and He will let it germinate in the soil until He is ready to bring it forth as a full and abundant harvest. This is how he does it. And when the harvest comes forth, it will be God who gets the glory.

“But God hath chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise; and God hath chosen the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty”  (1 Corinthians 1:27)

 

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