Into the Heart
A Month in the Congo
Ten years. That’s how long it has been since I first came to Africa to preach revival.
Ten years. Sounds like a long time and makes me feel old, but honestly, the years have just flown by. I can’t tell you how many trips I have made here, but I can tell you that my passport had to have a bunch of extra pages added to it, and it is nearly full.
I never did keep a count of all the churches I’ve preached at, how many pastors I have ministered with, or how many souls have been saved. It never seemed pertinent for some reason. Looking back, I can see that I would have just lost track after a while. I’m not too good with keeping details like that.
I can’t tell you for sure what kind of impact I have had here. I know it has to be something deep and wide, but I can’t point to anything concrete that would show the extent that this message has traveled. I know there are many pastors – some of whom are reading this column – who would vehemently disagree because they were there and saw the Spirit of God at work during those revival meetings and witnessed the results. Nevertheless, I am still a relatively unknown with no established ministry. Of course that was never the point anyway. I didn’t come here to build my ministry; I came to build theirs. Still, it would be nice to know.
And now I am about to launch off into a new adventure. In a few days, I will be heading into the Congo, right into the area that has seen so much warfare these last 15 years. If there was ever a place that needed God, this would be it. The devastation from so much warfare has created an intense need for God in these people. They are desperate for relief.
This will call for a very different message than I usually bring. There will be no need here to reprove them about an easy-going, lazy “church as usual” attitude. That message of reproof is reserved for calmer areas of the world with established churches that are settled back on their lees and have lost their zeal and fire. No, there is no lackadaisical spirit here that would be a barrier to a move of God. What I expect to find instead are deep, festering spiritual wounds that are debilitating their faith in a God who seemed to be missing in their time of horror. I have had people from Rwanda ask me where God was while a million people were butchered in 100 days. That is a tough question to answer when looking into the face of someone who had to watch as their little children were hacked to pieces, tortured, butchered and raped in front of their eyes.
Satan had his holiday and reigned supreme over these people during that time and through the years since. But now it is time for God to burst through the darkness. We are going into the midst of a fog of despair to bring hope. I don’t have all the answers – I don’t even have most of them – but I do know that the only hope and salvation for them is through the Blood of Jesus Christ, and that somehow through all the pain and suffering that these people have been through, God will reign supreme over Death, Hell, and the grave.
This next month should be a high water mark in my ten year campaign. I expect to see the power of God revealed in ways that overpower and exceed the intensity of pain. The glory will outshine the darkness, and we may see God move in ways that have not been seen since Jesus walked the streets of Jerusalem.
Tomorrow we start our campaign for the Congo in earnest. It has been a week getting here, stopping first in Nairobi to meet with two different large church denominations based in Kenya. Both have read my message and have followed me for a few years now, but this is the first time I have met with either of these church groups. They want revival and fully understand that it will not come through any easy message of blessings and prosperity, but only through a hard message of repentance. The attitude in the churches is changing. The old-timers still remember the old fashioned message of holiness and the fear of God when true revival blew through their churches. And now this new generation’s message of a soft gospel of blessings, love and prosperity is beginning to lose steam. They’re finally realizing that it’s not working, and it’s not going to.
From Nairobi, I flew to Kigali to hire a taxi to take me into the Congo. What a beautiful ride! We climbed mountain after mountain on a perfectly smooth road up into the fresh mountain air. The sun was strong and the air was cool. It felt like northern California or Colorado. If I lived in Africa, this is where I would want to be. Rwanda is unlike its African neighbors in that it is a controlled society when it comes to cleanliness, order and industriousness. They actually fix things when they break!
Of course that all changed once we hit the border of the Congo. Corruption, dirt, squalor, and poverty rose up out of the ground within a matter of a hundred yards. But this is where I have been called, and this is where the challenge is. If they didn’t need me, I wouldn’t have come.
This evening, I met with the leaders of the churches that have invited me. This is another large organization of churches like what I met in Nairobi, but what a different situation! Here we have a monumental challenge of some of the world’s worst suffering. Almost 5 million people have died, along with countless atrocities and untold desolation for millions more. There are not words to adequately describe the suffering and pain that is found here. And I hardly know anything at all. I would imagine that I will go through a baptism of sorts this month, entering into a depth of human pain and raw wounded emotion like I have never seen. I will probably be a very different person by the time I leave.
I asked about what message they expect me to bring. Obviously this is not my usual audience. Where I am usually called to wake up churches and set them on fire, these people are coming looking for even the smallest ray of hope that God is mindful of their sufferings. I cannot fail. The wrong word spoken can destroy these fragile souls. I will have to have a message that is completely from God, no fooling around, no maybe, no "I hope God answers" – totally crucified, sanctified, and straight from the Throne.
I am totally out of my element in a situation that is so desperate that it defies description where there can be absolutely no mistakes. And yet, here I am. I have to believe that He knows what He is doing, even if I don’t. If ever there was a time to “lean upon Jesus”, this is it. I cannot take a chance in figuring out what the message will be and come in with my own pile of disheveled notes and spiritually-sounding lecture. There is no room for theological dissertations from some carnally based Bible scholars. This has to be released from the mind, from perceptions, from what I think and what I have learned. I have to let go, surrender completely and step off the edge of the cliff. Get out of the way and let Almighty God preach the message. Only He knows what to say.
I’m in Nairobi meeting with the bishop who will host me in the Congo in a coming trip this Fall. This is not the host for this trip, but a later one. He wanted to meet me before organizing everything. I gave him a copy of Four Steps to Revival and a flash drive with Charles’ Discipleship program.
Yesterday, he took me to meet the top three leaders of the PEFA organization- the General Overseer, the General Secretary, and the General Treasurer. This is a highly evangelistic group with over 3,000 churches here in Kenya alone. I have preached in many of their churches over the years, but had never met the leaders. The Secretary, however, recognized me from somewhere and I think I preached in his church years ago. I gave them a copy of Four Steps to Revival and shared with them the message and my vision. They were thrilled and wanted me to commit to coming for a national convention of all the churches that they would organize for me this Fall. They would give me an entire week to preach to leaders from all the 3,000 churches, and then send me around to the other areas for a couple weeks. I prayed real quick and felt an open release, so I told them I would IF they read the book.
Sometimes this is all fluff and bluster - sounds promising, and then everyone goes their way. This, however, may be for real. The General Overseer read the book and was over my host’s home first thing in the morning. This is the message they want for their churches. He’s pretty excited. They took me for an all-day tour of several of their churches. They wanted cement me in to the commitment, meet their pastors and see their churches and pray over them. I came home exhausted.
This is a pretty big deal and will change the way we’re doing things here a lot. We shall see what we shall see.
When I got back to the hotel, another contingent of bishops was waiting for me. He had gotten the Four Steps to Revival booklet last year and had energized their churches with the message. He has about 40 churches here in Kenya and at least that many in Tanzania and Uganda. So I sat down with them in the room for another hour or so, shared the vision and the message and prayed over them. They told me that because of the message in the booklet, everything has changed for their churches. Hundreds have been saved and set on fire, and they are not going back to the way they were before.
Wow. I was a bit overwhelmed. So here we are again – this time a huge crusade in November in Kisumu where they will bring all their churches to hear the message. They told me that I had no idea how great an influence I had over their churches. I guess not. I really didn’t know what to say, so we just prayed.
Today I start preaching. Two services at the big church here, and another session with the leaders tomorrow morning before I get on the plane for Kigali. I am tired, mostly because the jet lag wakes me up at 3am, but I will settle out in a few days. The internet is spotty and my little Netbook has a hard time with Outlook so my communication may be intermittent.
We are in Goma, a city in eastern Congo that has seen so much war during the last 15 years that it has become as much a military camp as a bustling city. There is little infrastructure here because of the constant instability. You can feel it in the air, like a dust that hangs over everyone and smothers peace and freedom. Even the US Embassy has issued warnings to stay out of North Kivu, which is the area we are in.
But this is where the need is, and this is where God has sent us. I keep wondering what message I could possibly bring to such a war-torn place that is steeped in such suffering. In the face of such desolation, what do you tell people? Since I really do not know what to say, I have decided not to try and figure it out. If God had truly sent us, then surely He has a message for them, and if He is big enough to create the Universe, then He can surely speak out of my mouth. So I will let Him preach.
About two hundred pastors have come from hundreds of miles around. I think most of them expected the same old soft “Jesus loves you” message that they usually get from American evangelists, but that is not what the Lord gave me. Instead, I challenged them not to fall back on their pain and suffering as an excuse, but to use it instead as a springboard that would propel them to bring the Gospel to the lost. I took it from John chapter 5, the Pool of Bethesda, where the cripple responded to the call from Jesus with weak excuses of why he couldn’t get into the pool to be healed. Thirty-eight years lying beside the Living Waters, making excuses for why he couldn’t be healed is just like the Church here, wallowing in their self-pity for thirty-eight years since the last move of God had run through this area. Instead of leaning on excuses, I challenged them to overcome and have the courage to believe God for victory.
Of course, you can’t just tell everybody to rise up, take up your bed, and walk. You have to show them how, and that’s what the three days was all about. Once they caught the vision and could see in concrete terms that, yes, they can do this, it was “Katie, get up and bar the door!” They were as excited as a bunch of kids ready to charge back to their churches and spread the message. They were on fire! It was really something to see.
We start again on Monday in another town nearby. I expect to see the same thing again. Leaders from this organization of almost 1,000 churches throughout the Congo have come to hear the message and have opened up their entire organization to me. They believe this is the message that is needed to stand the Church back on her feet.
A broken, whimpering, weak Church that has been defeated by adversity can never overcome the powers of darkness that run rampant in this land. Only a Church that is made up of warriors who will take the fight to the enemy and charge into the battle, knowing that the Lord of Hosts is going before them, will ever be able to break the demonic hold that Satan has on this people.
We are here to fight. This is a dangerous place, made more so by the fact that I am driving a spear right into the heart of Satan’s stronghold. He has not been challenged like these pastors are about to challenge him. He knows that the fury of the Lord is about to break through the spiritual barriers that have oppressed and destroyed this area, and I am sure he will fight back, tooth and nail.
Well, I’m from Jersey, and I love a good fight! Especially when I know who is going to win.
Keep on praying.
A Tumultuous City
What a tumultuous place this is!
It’s not just the winds of war that shift back and forth across this city, or the very real threat of an active volcano looming over it spewing out its smoke and grit, but there is a spiritual unrest here as well. Goma is a city in the Congo that has not had rest in an entire generation or more. Probably longer than that.
I am leaving on a boat tomorrow for Bakavu, a city on the other end of Lake Kivu, and I am not sorry to leave. I will miss the people, but not the grit, smoke, or the unrest. Nevertheless, something happened here during these services that has broken spiritual barriers. It’s one of those things you can feel rather than explain, but ask any of these pastors and they will launch into a tirade of excited Swahili to let you know what has happened to them. Counting the service tonight, there have been somewhere between 400 to 500 people who have come forward during the altar calls this week, and many more who have been energized to take the message of revival to the streets. I think we have had a major impact on the churches of this city that will transform them from helpless, wishful dreamers to active, on-fire soldiers for God.
Today, I met the lady who started this whole thing. This is just like one of the stories you hear about how revivals have gotten started in the past. She and her husband had a little church that just would not grow. Determined to get a hold of God for revival, she started contending in prayer four years ago for God to send revival here. Two years later, God told her He was sending someone and that revival would break out in her very own church. Then He showed her a vision of what the guy looked like … which explains why she has been hanging on me ever since I have arrived. She saw me long before I ever got here! This was God’s absolute confirmation that He had not only heard her, but that, like Cornelius, her prayers had come up in remembrance before Him and He was marshaling Heaven to answer her prayers. Wow, I get chills just thinking about it.
There have been several times in Africa when the Lord has shown someone an image of me long before I came. These people have such open souls with God and have such desperation in prayer that He can easily do the supernatural with them. I don’t know how to explain it but they just don’t have the barriers on their hearts that we have. If we were as desperate as they were and if we would rend our hearts in prayer like they do, maybe we would have the same intimate relationship that they have. It has something to do with simplicity, need, and desperate hope that spawn a faith that drives them through to the Throne of God.
Tomorrow we start in a new city – we have three more cities to go to before we head home. Usually, the intensity and tempo speed up as I enter into the 2nd and 3rd weeks of a campaign, but the fire has already started to burn. Only God knows what awaits us as we take this message further into this country of desolation, war, and darkness.
Keeping the Focus
Money, money, money. Have you ever considered how much money affects your life? Too little and you are consumed with trying to get it; too much and it consumes you with trying to keep it. The only time it turns invisible is when you no longer care.
Money is certainly an issue here in the Congo. Every time I turn around, it is another unexpected expense – visas, gas, Bibles, extra fees for this and extra fees for that. And that is besides the pastors who are always coming up to you asking for just a little money for their families. Just the hotel bill for the next couple weeks for us will be expensive -- and that is staying in hotels that don’t have running water. Well, that’s not exactly true … they run the water up the stairs to you in a bucket with a scoop. (Oh, did you want warm water?)
But all that is a distraction. I have to keep my eye on the goal and not be swayed or derailed by the pressure of continually mounting expenses. If I allow myself to get vexed over this, I will not be able to deliver the message in the Spirit. The Spirit of God does not flow when you are vexed, and if I fail, the cost will not be in dollars, but in the inestimable cost of souls.
Many years ago, my pastor told me something I’ve never forgotten: “Mistakes in this business”, he said, “unlike any other business, are fatal”. That kinda shocked me when I first heard it, but I soon realized how right he was. We cannot afford to make mistakes because we are dealing with human souls, and what we carry to them, and how we carry it, will affect their eternal destiny. I may only be able to minister to these people here one time – I get one shot at igniting a flame in their hearts – and I cannot afford to let the vexation of money to get in the way and take me out of the Spirit. If I do, I can say the same exact words to them, but those words won’t be able to pierce their hearts and touch their souls. It’s not the words, but the Holy Spirit that make the difference.
So I’m just gonna plow ahead and get into my “Alfred E. Newman” mode (“What, me worry?”) and focus on what is important. I’ll let God worry about the small stuff.
“And my speech and my preaching was not with enticing words of man’s wisdom, but in demonstration of the Spirit and of the power, that your faith should not stand in the wisdom of men, but in the power of God.” (1 Cor. 2:4,5)
Six Principles of Revival
The message of revival that I have been bringing is predicated on the prophesies that are in the Book of Joel, both those about the last great revival that is coming and those about the times leading up to it. But the foundation for the whole message rests upon a base of 6 vital principles of revival. These principles never change. Throughout time, they have been the bedrock foundation that all revivals have been based upon.
The first principle to understand is that revival is not about feeling good, having exciting church services, or receiving wonderful blessings. It’s not even about the miracles or the outpouring of the Spirit. Those are all results of revival, not the core focus. Revival is about winning souls – first, foremost, and always. The primary reason God sends revival is so that the Church will rise up and shine the Light of Salvation to the millions of lost souls who are on their way to Hell. God is not willing that any should burn in Hell, and He uses His Body to bring that message of hope to them. Jesus said that if He be lifted up, He will draw all men unto Him, and that is what revival is all about.
The second principle of revival is that the Gospel of Jesus Christ is not about you. The Gospel is about others, others, others. The Church has been flooded with messages that are all about what God can do for you, how Jesus wants to bless His people, and all the blessings and good things that God will give you and how you can have a deeper spiritual walk. It’s almost as if all we want to talk about is not how we can serve God, but how He can serve us. Gone are the admonitions about taking upon ourselves the sufferings of the Cross, walking a crucified walk in subjection to His Will, and the call to sacrificing it all for the Cross.
We need to take our focus off of ourselves and place it on others. This is the very essence of Charity in 1 Corinthians 13. Agape is not just a “love” that is little more than some warm fuzzy emotion; it is love in action, the giving of yourself out of love so that souls can be saved. If you don’t grasp this concept, you will never be able to understand the Cross. Jesus died to save sinners, and He calls us to follow Him into that same calling. “Deny thyself, pick up your cross, and follow me.” Until you get your focus off yourself, God cannot begin to bring revival.
The third principle to understand is that there is a price to pay for revival. Nothing in God is free. And the price for revival is high – so high, in fact, that that is the reason why true Holy Ghost revivals are so rare. You cannot expect to sit in church and wait for God to drop a revival into your waiting lap – it will not happen. If you do nothing, nothing will happen. At some point, you will have to get up and do something. God will not send His precious souls to a people who do not care enough to answer the call to battle and fight for them. If you draw nigh unto Him, He will draw nigh unto you. There is a price to pay for everything in God.
The fourth principle is like the third in that revivals have to be prayed in. This is not a light statement. Throughout history, before every revival you will see the saints laboring in intense prayer, sometimes for years, before God begins to move. This is not the light, easy-going “little talks with Jesus”, but a ferocious contending before the Throne of God that moves the Almighty. Prayer moves God; but if you want a great move of God, it takes great prayer. We must be as desperate as Rachael in Genesis 30:1 when, as a barren wife, she cried out to her lord, “Give me children lest I die!” If you want it to rain, you have to pray like Elijah.
The fifth principle is that no revival comes without repentance. If the cry for revival is not accompanied by true heart-rending repentance, then nothing will change and we will remain stuck in the same apostasy that killed the last move of God. Two good examples are in Nehemiah and Daniel. Nehemiah was the king’s cupbearer and heard of the desolation of Jerusalem. Before going to the king in supplication to restore the city of God, however, he first fasted and prayed day and night in repentance for the children of Israel. Daniel likewise, when he read Jeremiah’s prophesy that after 70 years, Jerusalem would be restored, did not call his friends to sing and rejoice, but rather, he fell to his knees in repentance for his people. Daniel knew that even though it was written in the Word of God, revival would not come without repentance.
The last principle is a little different than the others. It is not about something we need to do, but rather what God provides for us. I have noticed that every revival is started by someone who has a vision for revival. There is always someone whose faith sees way past the horizon and who is set on fire by a vision that is greater than what he sees around him. He is the lightning that starts the fire. Gideon sought the face of God in secret and would not compromise with the Church that had been taken over by the world. Jonathan was willing to climb up the rocks on his hands and knees to take on the enemy, no matter what the odds, because he believed God could deliver them. In every place where you see a picture of God’s deliverance and ensuing revival, you will see a man of God who looked beyond his circumstances and believed God for revival. All the other conditions for the fires of revival may be there, but it takes a man or woman with a vision to strike the first match.
Revival is coming, folks. Where it will strike first and how fast the fire will spread is a matter of conjecture, but wherever it strikes, you will find all of the above underlying it.
Altar Call in Bukavu
I knew it was going to be good; I just didn’t expect it to be that good.
My last service here in Bukavu, Congo is at a fairly large church where we have been having the seminars for the pastors from this organization. CEPAC is one of the largest denominations in the Congo, and these pastors have come from all over the country.
I knew I was going to have a good message because I got something special from the Lord at breakfast. I didn’t know what I had yet, but I knew it was coming from John chapter 5, the Pool of Bethesda, and from Jeremiah 23, about the false prophets. Somehow they were linked, but I had no idea how. Oh well, let Him lead and I will follow, and we will see where He takes us.
Stepping into the church was a surprise. The place was packed to the gills, the whole floor, both wings, and up in the balconies. If there was room to sit somewhere, I don’t know where it would have been. As I started getting ready (I still don’t know what the message is going to be) I started praying and the Spirit just came down on me like a bang and I started laughing. Not a silly spirit, mind you, but that laugh of faith when the Holy Spirit drops down on you. “Faith Laughs” is the old Brush Arbor Revival saying. I knew it was going to be good … whatever it was.
Well, the message fit together like a jig saw puzzle, as is always the case when God is preaching the message, and then all of a sudden it was over and time for the Altar Call. At first, no one responded, but I could feel that there were people out there that were harboring secret sins. They needed a revival to visit this church, and all sin had to go.
I was about to close the altar when an old man came down. Wonderful, we have a soul. Then a woman came. Great, we have two. … then a couple young people … then two or three more … and then here they came. And came. And came. They just kept coming! I was beginning to wonder where they were coming from. Close to 250 souls answered the call for Salvation.
Were they first-time salvations? I don’t know, but does it matter? They had sin on their soul that they had to get rid of, saved or unsaved, and revival was not going to come unless the church was clean.
What happened here? It has been like this everywhere we have gone – maybe not as big, but at least as emotional. I believe that their desperate hunger for God is born from the terrible suffering they have gone through … and are still going through. War is still going on around us and life is hard.
I try to imagine what it would be like to have lost your husband, to have your sons butchered in front of you, to have you or your daughter raped multiple times, have lost everything you ever had, and now you are living under a tarp in a refugee camp until the next outburst of rebels comes through with a new round of slaughter. True, not everyone is a refugee, but the war has deeply affected everyone. No one has been unscathed. 5.7 million people have died here – how could they NOT be affected.
Revivals are born out of desperation. This may be the people that God chooses to confound the wise, the mighty, the rich, and the comfortable so He can show forth His mighty power. That would be just like Him.
They are certainly praying like they are.
Letter from Noah
Dear brothers and sisters,
We are at Hotel Avira, We began our journey yesterday full of Joy and gladness because almost 275 Pastors were impacted and almost 1000 believers in Bukavu heard a message and they responded positively to it. We are hearing news in Goma that Pastor Pascal has set up His Church and is planning and thinking on how they need to start up evangelism in the city of Goma. They got the message; they have started. Last Sunday, we won 250 souls.
We started our journey to Bukavu, but after a 2 hour drive, we found the road under construction. They were fixing a culvert. We had to sit there for almost 5 hours and wait until the bridge was fixed. Dale was tired and hungry. There was nowhere to buy water or food because it was in middle of the Congo and Rwanda mountains. There was no phone signal. Soldiers were walking around asking for some money from whoever passed by. I was worried. Not only that, but while I was praying in our car, someone behind us set a fire in the bush, and the fire was so high that it was coming close to where our car was parked. I began to run looking around where our driver was in vain. All of a sudden he came running and removed his car. All of us were packed and squeezed in place, running away from the fire. It was a very bad day! Behind us the fire was chasing us, in front, the bridge was broken. We were way out in the bush in the middle of nowhere.
As it was coming towards night, an idea came to me. On the other side of the bridge, there was another car that carrying missionaries who were going to Bukavu. On our side, we were going to Uvira. I asked them if they would consider switching cars with us – they take ours to Bukavu and we take theirs to Uvira so that we could get out of there before it got dark. We could end up in trouble if we stayed there until dark because we could get robbed. But God was faithful and we managed to pass through. They took our car and we took theirs.
We are both tired. Today we have met the Bishop who is organizing a big meeting for us. He knows what killed the revival back in the ‘70’s. He was not here when Dale was teaching all this, but when he got Dale’s book from his people that were at the meetings, he drove all the way to Bukavu to see and meet Dale. He understood that the Church is not in the place it should be and he desperately wants to see revival come back to his churches that he is leading, and not only that, but the whole of the Congo.
He was begging Dale to come back so that he could reach many more Congolese as they pray for the fulfillment of what the Lord has revealed to them that revival is coming.
I kindly ask you to please pray for Dale.
In His love and prayers
2nd Letter from Noah
First and foremost, I would like to say thanks for your Prayers.
We reached here well, and started with a Leaders and Pastors Conference. We organized leaders and pastors because we know that if leaders can get this message and can apply them in their churches, we shall have reached their flocks. The Lord was good to us. We have 230 pastors here. These people have got the message! Congo has many Christian organizations, and the organization we have visited is one the first 8 organizations in the Congo. It is well known that the founders of this organization are the ones that brought Revival here in Congo many years ago. They spread the Gospel to many people and planted churches throughout the whole Congo.
God blessed them. They have schools, a university, Hospitals, and many other projects going on. But when they got everything in place, they lost their zeal. Their thirst and hunger for God disappeared. They know it! They lost what they had in those days - no more power that their fathers used to walk in, no more healings, no more spirit that draws sinners to repentance, no more fear of God. They just fell back and begun to do business!
On the first day in Uvira, Dale spoke about the power of the Word of God and the power of witnessing and prayer! The Israelites allowed their enemies to enter in their territories, and at the end their enemies took over their harvest fields. He related it with how the Church has allowed the things of this world to enter into the Church. The enemy has taken over our possessions, which are souls. He explained this and went deep; to the extent every Congolese was able to get this. This Church had just failed and had turned into a religion. You could just see that they were cut to the heart for the affliction of lost souls.
The Congo has been in wars and famine, and they have suffered enough to care. There is nothing that impresses them, but the Word of God that comes at the right timing is powerful! One pastor reached to me and told me that, “You know what? This message has come at the right time.” He told me that he felt the Spirit of God burning inside of him. It has been a long time since he has had this feeling. He screamed and yelled when Dale asked them to go to the Throne of God. Wow, you could feel in their voices a real desperation asking God to forgive them and recommitting themselves to go again and fulfill the Great Commission! We have done a real good impact! We have really sown good seeds of revival. I am looking forward for the Great Lakes Revival here in the Congo. They got it. You could see the attentiveness on their faces, listening and sucking up the truth. After they prayed, I realized how their churches were so dead
I like it here! All the time, I ask God to forgive my unbelief. I am glad I came. I was worried because of all this war that was going on here, but we are at peace. Everything is going on well.
I have learnt something too! When we pray, know that God has heard and He will answer!!! They prayed asking God what they might to do to have the power that their fathers had. God sent Dale, brought the message in the Four Steps to Revival book, and also speaking it himself. Pastor Pascal in Goma has begun to do the practical steps written in the book. Men are calling us saying, “Noah, it is working.” These people were stuck. They had nothing to do. Now God has given them another way of doing it.
They are excited. People love Dale. He has really brought a real transformation in the hearts of the Congolese people. It is not that alone, after the Conference, we had an evening service that they had planned for us. Yesterday we visited a Methodist Church where we had 34 people come to the Lord. This Pastor was excited, rejoiced and gave Dale a seed of many shillings. It was out of too much joy to see people come to the Lord. This was a history in their Church; He only had a handful of people. He stood out, Dale taught them to have a vision and trust the Lord to give them the whole Congo. It was nice. The pastor has stood up and the flocks have got the fire. They are ready to go! I like this. I wish someone was there to see this. Nobody was expecting anything good to happen in the Congo.
Today we won almost 23 souls! No healings has happened yet, but great miracles of people coming to the Lord are happening. We are remaining here tomorrow. Monday is our resting day; Tuesday we head to Uvira, for a week. How I pray that healing miracles also take place so that this people may also learn to trust the Lord for healing. Wow, this message has also ignited me.
I want to go home and ignite my people more and reach where I have not yet reached. I am an evangelist; I love to see souls come to the Lord. I used to be out there winning souls to my God. My wife loves to help orphans and people who are suffering. She has a big heart for them. They tell her their story and she begins to cry with them and think of ways she can be of help. Cindy and Dale came here two years back. She attended Dale’s meetings and heard him teach about a Good Samaritan heart. Diana and Cindy went and visited two ladies who had lost their husbands in a car accident and prayed and read Bible with them. Cindy prayed for them and encouraged Diana to keep visiting them. Out of this Bible study, prostitutes, women, and orphans have found rest and hope in the hands of God.
My wife and I look after 14 kids who are staying with us, plus 54 kids for the former prostitutes. All this causes me to spend funds which I used to spend on my evangelism outreaches in the unreached areas of Uganda. I am glad God is doing great things, but man, you stay with Dale for a month and he just lights you up. You feel as if like you could run and fix what you haven’t done right.
I am to ready to go! Set my people on fire because I am ready. Please pray with for me that the Lord will stand with me too, so that I get funds to go take a message to places where it has not been before. How I pray Oh Lord that you could send revival, send funds that we may reach souls. I am ready, ready, ready. I feel on fire!!! Thanks for all your prayers, because we couldn't see this if you are not there praying for us. Praise the Lord, I feel a lot of joy to see this people set on fire for God. Please send more for Dale. It’s not easy to stand preaching every day for a month. He needs much prayer.
Praise the Lord, report to you later.
In His love and prayers,
A New Thought
A new thought can be a fragile thing. The slightest grimace or frown can extinguish it from blossoming. But sometimes a new thought, can get a foothold on possibility and can be a powerful catalyst in creating great things. That’s how it appears to be here in the Great Lakes of the DRC.
We started in Goma at the top of Lake Kivu, moved down to Bukavu at the bottom of the lake, and now we are in Uvira at the top of Lake Tanganyika. Next week, we head further down Lake Tanganyika to Kalemi. This is a rift in the topography like a vertical line that produces lakes that are deep and long. It also may be the place where the Great African Revival begins.
It’s just a new thought; a gut feeling, if you would. Back in America, folks would probably smile condescendingly at my ambitious optimism, but here that thought is gaining traction, not as a possibility, but as an exciting reality.
I spoke to one of the main bishops here today. He has heard about the explosive services that we have been having. He sits there and stares at me as I recount the vision I have for revival – a new thought to us perhaps, but a living reality to him. This is what they’ve been waiting for - praying and fasting and crying out to God to revive them again like He did in 1971.
They are convinced that the Lord has told several of them that He is sending someone to bring revival to this Great Lakes Area. They know it, they feel it in their bones, it cries to them out of their very soul. Just a new idea, but when they hear the message we are preaching and experience the Anointing that comes down in our services, that idea becomes a burning light, a flaming torch.
Maybe this is why this trip has been such a never-ending battle. Satan knows. Or at least he can see the signs and can figure out what is coming. This is not a new thought for him; it is an old nightmare.
Like the bud of a tender plant breaking through the clods of dirt, reaching up to soak up the sunshine, this idea is coming up fast. Once it takes hold, it can grow to be a mighty Oak tree. Even a tree as great as the Tree of Life had to start from a seed.
Such are the ways of a new thought.
Slogging Through a Spiritual Swamp
I came pretty close to tossing it all in and heading for home yesterday -- too close. Thankfully, I could feel the Lord warning me not to abandon the rest of this campaign. I really think that had I quit, He would have made this my last excursion.
It isn’t the big things; it’s the constant dribble of small things and things unseen. Noah feels it too. Sometimes it’s like walking through a swamp, sloshing your way through the mud, or like walking across loose sand. Everything seems so much harder, and little things become so much more difficult as you drag yourself though one scene after another.
I know we’re all supposed to always sound upbeat and positive all the time, but it is also good for folks to understand what kind of stuff you have to go through out here. Spiritual warfare is not waged so much in big, dramatic battles as it is with the slow, ponderous strain of pushing through a spiritual fog with little weasels nipping and pecking at your every step, like little mosquitos that drive you insane.
But we will finish this mission. A couple more days here and then we take a 10 hour boat ride to Kalemi. Both Noah and I dread going for some reason, but at the same time, we know we have to go. Kalemi is like a frontier post. The only easy way to get there is by boat, so you won’t find any white evangelists stopping by there to hold a crusade. But it is at the bottom of the area for the Great Lakes Revival that everyone is expecting, and somebody has to go there and deliver the message of revival. I guess that’s me and Noah.
Sometimes I wonder if we are imagining all this. Have we become legends in our own mind, expecting grand panoramic sweeps of the Spirit of God and imagining ourselves as part of some grand victorious battle? But if that’s true, then why is the devil giving us so much stinkin’ trouble? I’m telling you, we must have struck a nerve on that weasel. Still, the Lord is not giving me much more than a few glimpses of what we are really doing. I hope they are true glimpses and not the illusions of Quixote optimisms.
Ah, but there we go again, peppered with doubt. See what I mean?
Coming Out of the Congo
We're done in the Congo. What a different experience that was! I am glad to be done but I feel like I am missing something and there's a slight heaviness inside me.
There was something about the Congo that was very hard and dark and was like pushing through a swamp of thick darkness, like wading through soup. Hard to describe, but you'd know what I meant if you had been here. Nigeria is similar, but with a different feel. Don't ask me to explain it.
I've been in dark places before and they are always hard, but something about the Congo wore me out. True, I was preaching two and three times a day with few breaks. Typical "church preaching", which is more like giving a spiritual lecture to your friends, does not wear you out, but when the anointing falls down on you and washes through you and pours out over the pulpit, it drains you like nothing else. You can ask Noah. He can tell you what it has been like and how drained I am at the end of each day.
Still, there was something hard about the Congo that wore me out after barely 3 or 4 weeks. Maybe if I had read more or prayed harder; maybe my physical health was not fully recovered from the heart attack; maybe it was the weather… Whatever it was, I ran out of gas after Uvira. They had cancelled the meetings in Kalemi because the rebels were fighting along the road that led to that city, and they made some quick arrangements for a small place called Baraka. I could have gone. Actually, I could have gone to Kalemie if I had just taken the boat around the fighting. But I didn't. I grasped at what seemed like a opportunity to run.
Nobody blames me, especially Noah. He was going through the same stuff that I was and was just as ready to go as I was. Baraka seemed like a poor substitute for Kalemie. It was hastily slapped together and I'm not even sure the people in Baraka were expecting me, so it was not a big deal if I didn't go. Everyone knew I had been pushing hard this past month, even too hard.
But none of that reassures me. I could have gone. Maybe I could have made an eternal difference in who knows how many lives. Maybe they would have burst into revival and lit the fires everywhere else. Maybe, maybe. But I didn't go. I simply ran out of gas.
I am now sitting in Uganda in a nice hotel, burning up $75 a day. True, I needed to come here to organize the Ladies of Hope with their purses, get pictures and videos, and figure out the shipping and whatever else is needed to streamline the process - a much needed thing that cannot be done from home. I will also visit the Pygmies, which will do wonders in encouraging them since they look at me as the Grandfather who was started the whole movement that led to their salvation. And I will visit some churches that have been pleading for years for me to come. All good things, but did I miss a calling when I did not push through to Kalemie?
Folks will say not to beat myself up, look at all you have done, but I remember learning early that the call of God will press you to take it all the way through and not stop just short of total victory. 99% is 1% short. The heart of the struggle is in that last 1 percent. That is true about all aspects of serving the Lord, including prayer and fasting, seeking His face, and overcoming sin. It's that last push to overcome that makes us victorious.
Some will say that I am preaching a hardline Gospel that is extreme -- and they would be correct -- but it is against a backdrop of the stark reality of a vicious, intense spiritual war that cannot be seen with the carnal eyes but which is more real than the world we see. Wars are not won by compromise, neither are battles won by giving in to excuses. God gives us the power to fight those battles to the victory, but we must avail ourselves of that power. He won't do it for us, but He will give us the power to do it. And He never said it would be easy.
I don't know if I was supposed to soldier on to Kalemi or not. Maybe I would have been so worn out and empty that I couldn't have delivered what they needed to receive. Or maybe He would have picked me up and kept me going. Who knows? I do know this, however, that the battle for the Congo has only just started. These were the opening salvos in what will be a ferocious struggle to break through the decayed walls of dead religion and rekindle the fires of revival. They know that the message I bring has shattered the chains that they are under right now. They can see the victory. We just have to push it all the way through.
I don't know if I will be able to get back there. Money is always the biggest challenge facing me. I am only able to do what I do because of a handful of faithful donors, but so much more is needed, and while I may be a hero in Africa, I am a relatively unknown in America … and that is where the money comes from to finance these campaigns.
Ultimately, however, it is not up to me to fight their battles for them - my job is simply to point them in the right direction. I may strike the match, but they have to fan the flames. Wars are not fought by single persons but by the entire army.
You may say, what does that have to do with me? I am sitting in Christian America, sedate and secure. We have churches everywhere and everyone knows the Gospel. Yes, but you have no revival. What we have are a bunch of Laodecian churches, smothered in their comfort and mediocrity, and not cut to the heart for the “afflictions of Joseph” as it says in Amos 6. We are the Esther Church – we see the trouble of the Mordecai Church, but do not realize that our own spiritual survival depends on our decision to stand for them in their time of need. I am convinced that our own spiritual revival depends on the battles that are being fought right now in Africa. The fire will begin there and spread around the world.
The War of Armageddon has begun. It is being fought in prayer rooms as true Christians rise up to meet the challenge and tear into the fervor of battle on their knees. It is just beginning, but the intensity will rise as we approach the focal point of the final battle. Warriors will be forged and heroes will rise; battles will be fought and victories will be won; but they will not be won through compromise or excuses.
We have been called to fight, to overcome, and to win.
Leaving the Seed
I'm on my way to Uganda for an unexpected part of this trip. I pray we have left the Congo in the hands of men and women of vision.
Not everyone we have met has the ability to see beyond themselves. The Congo is in such desperation - emotionally, financially, and spiritually - that it is difficult for these people to loose themselves from the grasping neediness that plagues them. The Congo is a lawless place, and that only serves to embolden the corruption that infests all levels of the society, including the Church.
But God always has His men and women of vision. Noah, Abraham, Gideon, Jonathan, Daniel and others - there has always been a man who will stand in the gap for the people of God. I believe there are men here who have heard the message and are willing to do more than just sit and acknowledge the truth of this call, but will rise up and answer this call to battle.
One of the most frustrating things of the ministry that God has given to me is to leave the seed that I have planted in the ground and walk away to other fields to plant my seed there also. I have broken up the fallow ground as best I could and have attempted to plant the seed deep in good soil, but it is left to the men and women I leave behind to nurture the seed, water it, keep out the weeds, and allow it to grow. I am almost always asked to please come back to see the fruit that will come, but it is rare that the Lord sends me back. If I need to come back, then I haven't done my job right. If I have done my job right, then I don't need to come back, and I am on to other fields with the same message.
The Lord told me once that I would not receive the accolades of thousands. On another occasion, He told me that when the great revival finally breaks wide open, no one would remember me. I can only believe that it is because this will not be any one man's revival but will be something that will burst out across a wide expanse of churches, led by men and women of no earthly renown, but who have found that secret place of the Most High and who, like Gideon, refused to compromise with an increasingly worldly church, but threshed their wheat in secret by the winepress of prayer and fasting.
They heard the sound of the trumpet and answered the call.
City on a Hill
I’m sitting on the porch of my hotel listening to Country& Western music in the middle of the Ugandan jungle. The contrast strikes me as funny. I have this feeling come over me that I’m coming home. Soon. Just a few more things to do before I leave.
Yesterday we drove 4 hours out to western Uganda to visit the Pygmies. A couple of years ago when we visited this area, we sparked a move amongst the churches here to reach out to the lost and bring them into the House of God. I have preached the message that revival depends upon our obedience to the Great Commission, not the other way around. The prophet Joel is very clear that the reason God has cut off His Spirit - the corn, the wine, and the oil - from the house of God is because we have let the harvest of the field perish. Simple. Fix that, and God will restore us.
The pastors here realized that they had oppressed and persecuted the Batwa (Pygmies) because they considered them as sub-human, even to the point of killing them as if they were pests. All of a sudden, Holy Ghost conviction crushed them to their knees to cry for forgiveness and sent them out to save the lost.
It worked. Pygmies, for the first time in history, began to get saved. It started with a couple of parents and a healing miracle for their son and has grown now to multiple churches here in the forest. I was at one yesterday and watched as 15 more came down to the altar to accept Jesus Christ as their personal Savior.
There is so much more that needs to be done. They are desperate for survival because the government has pulled them out their forest homes and dropped them off in the surrounding villages with a tiny plot of land and some mud huts that are crammed together. They do not have sufficient land to grow food and no skills to make a living, so they are starving. Sickness is rampant among them, but there is no medical clinic anywhere near, so they die in alarming numbers. There is little hope.
What can I do? I purchased a couple big sacks of maize for them, but what happens when that is gone? I tried to buy them some Bibles, but the price out here is $25 each, a price I cannot afford. I will have to wait and get them in Kampala and have them shipped. I am just one little guy with no organization or church supporting me.
A large Baptist church in Waxahachie has said they want to get involved – oh, they feel the burden! They want to come out here and help with this wonderful move of God! – but almost a year later, there is not even a single dollar bill or even a whiff of interest in extending themselves past the empty wind of inflated words. What does Proverbs say? “The talk of the lips tendeth only to penury.” Talk is cheap.
I have heard people say that we have enough of our own problems here in the U.S. without sending our money to foreign countries to help those in need there. But I am reminded of Mordecai’s chilling words to Queen Esther:
commanded to answer Esther, Think not with thyself that thou shalt
escape in the king's house, more than all the Jews. For if thou
altogether holdest thy peace at this time, then shall there
enlargement and deliverance arise to the Jews from another place;
but thou and thy father's house shall be destroyed: and who knoweth
whether thou art come to the kingdom for such a time as this?”
Just as Esther was a type of the church that is insulated behind the palace walls of comfort and prosperity, so we of the Western world would do well not to ignore God’s warning to us lest we fall into the trap of Laodicean prosperity of being rich and increased with goods, but not realizing that we are, “…wretched, and miserable, and poor, and blind, and naked”.
America has had a rich history of bringing the Gospel to the entire world. We set the world on fire at one time, but now there are but glowing embers where once a flame burned with holy zeal. Our restoration, revival, and even our salvation relies not upon our previous laurels and accomplishments, but on a determined zeal to reach out again to the lost and fulfill the Great Commission that God placed upon America to be a light to the world, a city on the hill to bring the Gospel to a dark world in these last days just before Jesus returns.
If we miss the time of our calling, enlargement and deliverance for the world will arise from another place, but we will face the judgment of God reserved for the unmerciful.
If thou forbear to deliver them that are drawn unto death, and those that are ready to be slain; If thou sayest, Behold, we knew it not; doth not he that pondereth the heart consider it? and he that keepeth thy soul, doth not he know it? and shall not he render to every man according to his works? (Proverbs 24:11-12)
A Final Letter from Noah
Dear Brothers and Sisters in the Lord,
I would like to say a massive thanks for praying for us. This trip was not easy; it was hard. It is always hard to be away from your job and from your family, but your prayers, has made us who we are. We are praising the Lord that it is only three days remaining to end this trip.
We are now in Uganda. It was my heart’s cry to the lord that He would send Dale to come to Uganda and see the Pygmies who he, through his prayers and supporting financially, has helped us to reach them for the Lord. The Pygmies and I prayed so hard that the Lord would do this for us, and finally God did it in His own way. These guys were so excited; they treated us to singing and dancing according to their culture. Each one of them wanted to take Dale to his own home; they loved so much, showing Dale how they make fire, claiming that they are the ones that discovered fire! They made for us fire right there, we enjoyed their presence.
They were happy with us because of the love we showed them and help. They wanted to open up their heart to us because they had nobody to share their heart with. Everyone here judges them and condemns them of anything that happens in the Village. Everyone wants love and also to get someone they can speak to and can also trust. This short time we had with them brought a great joy in their lives. The ones that got saved the last time we were here are still going on and they are excited. They want to share their testimony of transformation with everyone!!! This also brought a great joy in my life! I was just sitting there listening them talking to Dale, everyone wanting to share how they are feeling after he came to the Lord, and everyone wanting to ask questions , so that they can get to know more about Jesus. It was fun.
Remember nobody had made a step to reach these precious souls. Everyone had judged them as not fit for eternal life saying that they are sub-human. They would invade their homes and set them on fire because they knew that they won’t go and report them to the police. This people suffered, but the Lord has heard the cry of their heart!
Conferences are still needed to be able to teach them social work, plus also teaching them the word of God. I will be going to Kampala to get more Bibles for them when I am done with the conferences. Dale did a great job on Monday. He shared with them the plan of God for mankind and hope in Jesus. They asked him questions, and he answered them perfectly. After the service fifteen more came to the Lord!
Last night, we headed up to Kiruhura District to visit Pastor Patrick’s Church. Pastor Patrick attended the first conference when Dale first came to Uganda. He got the message and the booklets of Four Steps to Revival. Later, he set his people on fire. From this time up to now, people have been taking the Gospel, going all over planting churches in all the unreached places. Now He has 70 churches, and he is training more pastors every year to plant churches in places where it has not reached
Kiruhura is a place where a big percent were into witchcraft. The Revival message has lifted up the faith of people. They are now on the front lines. So far, churches are growing in numbers at high speed.
I am so grateful to the Lord, and may the Lord continue to bless you all for all your efforts, and your generosity for all the Bibles you have given out to be able to help the people here to extend the Gospel of the Kingdom to reach to us many people as possible! I am so grateful of what I can see now. I hope in a near future, Uganda and all other neighboring countries will all say that Christ is the King!!!
My wife Diana, plus Cindy has been working hard to help girls who the Lord has saved from prostitution. From the time Sister Cindy was here up to now, a huge difference has taken place. These ladies were so glad to see Dale. Everyone wanted Dale to film them and hear their story of how God had changed their life!
They are so glad that Pastor Tony was able to buy all these sewing machines for them! Not only that, but they have something they can do. Also, God has transformed their lives and gave them a hope in the Lord.
We are now in Ryantode and we need your prayers. We are remaining with one day left, so that Dale heads to Kigali and I also start my daily work. Otherwise, I would again like to say that God Bless you. Your prayers were a great tool to us. We would not have made it alone without you.
In the Congo we had 800 people that come to the lord. Here in Uganda, 15 pygmies have come to the Lord and in many churches that we have visited, a revolution has begun!
We are so much excited that we have seen all this take place. May the Glory turn back to God.
In His love and prayers,
Bread Upon the Waters
Pastor Patrick came to Mbarara three years ago to visit his newly married niece. His church was located about 50 miles away, and it was suffering from the typical spiritual doldrums that it seemed all the churches in Uganda, and all of Africa for that matter, were suffering from. Uganda had taken part in the wonderful revival that had swept across Africa in the early ‘70’s, but it had been cut short by the demonic persecution from Idi Amin. That move of God has dissipated into a boring mediocrity and a resulting decent into sin and corruption within the Church in general. He didn’t know what to do or how to bring life back into his church, but he was determined to seek the face of God for an answer.
His niece’s husband had a church in Mbarara, but unlike so many others, this church had a new infusion of life. There was something exciting going on here. There was not only hope, but it was if they had discovered a new direction and a vision for revival that had been lost since those exciting days 40 years ago. They were having a 3-day seminar on revival by an American friend of his nephew, and he decided to attend.
After two days, he could hold it in no more, and armed with a booklet from the American revivalist, he raced back to his community without even telling his nephew what had happened to him. He didn’t really know himself what he was going to do next, but he knew he had a hold on the answer to end the apostasy that had been suffocating his church.
He started preaching right out of the booklet. Starting with his own church, he challenged them with the principles of the Word of God that were laid out in the booklet. It was like shattering a glass ceiling that had hung over their faith – they could see through the glass into the very heavens, but never could get past it. But now it was shattered, and a new freedom and purpose gripped his congregation and they headed into their community to win souls.
A fire was ignited that spread throughout the whole area. During the next three years, Pastor Patrick planted 70 new churches, with many other existing churches asking to join him. A steady stream of sinners came to answer the call for Salvation, and as the Spirit of God began to move, the miracles began to happen. The sick were brought to the church to be healed and the tormented to be delivered. Joy and rejoicing had returned to the House of God. God had lit a fire.
I preached in Pastor Patrick’s church yesterday. The only way I can describe what it was like is to say it was not just exciting, it was exhilarating. I don’t think very many people knew who I was, but that’s okay. For me, it was just a little pat on the shoulder from God to encourage me and lift me up as I struggle through the final days of this very difficult trip. You never know what God can do with even just a single seed.
“Cast thy bread upon the waters: for thou shalt find it after many days.” (Ecclesiastes 11:1)
A Letter from one of the churches
Dear Bishop Noah,
It has been quite long since I last heard from you. How are you and how is our Revivalist Dalen. It was a great blessing to host you brothers in the Lord,
Am sorry for taking so long to tell you about a prayer Request I had. There was a conflict we got into with our leadership after the conference. After the fire broke out in Goma, I right away began to do according to what Pastor Dalen had taught us. According to our religion, you are only allowed to do any ministry Work, praying for the sick, or preaching the Gospel to the lost when you have been in our Church for at least 6 years, when you have been fully trained and know how to rightly handle the word of God to avoid distortion of the Gospel message. Dale came and challenged us that the only way to bring Revival is when everyone goes and invites them to come in.
It was true that He did it Himself and on Sunday the church was very full, to the extent that kids had to go out to create a room for the elders.
That very day 49 people responded to Christ. We did it the same way on a following Sunday, we asked people to go and invite them. More than 20 people responded to Christ. I publicly declared to people that this system works. We kept doing this until there were no more room to a accommodate people. We have stopped for a moment because of the persecution we are getting from our elders. They are accusing us of breaking the rules of our traditions. Our people want Revival. We were stuck, the Church was not going anywhere for all this 46 years of its assistance in this area. We have not created any difference. It was Just after you guys came and visited us and gave us those small booklets and hard drive I got from Noah with the brother preaching about transformation. I tell you the truth; your coming was appointed By God that our Land would get a healing. I am glad that you came this Side, am so very happy that this Happened.
We would like to start another second service Because of a huge Number of People, but we are still waiting for the next meeting to decide. It looks like our elders are looking for a way to transfer me so that they bring another Parson who will not bring any revolution in the church. I am ready to move and start a new ministry if they keep giving me a hard time. I HAVE RECEIVED WHAT I WAS PRAYING FOR; I CAN NEVER BE STOPPED BY ANYONE, WHATEVER THEY ARE.
I ask you kindly to pray for me and Mathelic in Kamue because He has also begun to do exactly like what I am doing, so any time we are going to be chased out.
CPAC was begun under the power of the Holy Spirit, miracles were happening, souls coming to the Lord, all things were great. But people who are self-centered lovers of themselves, lovers of money, when they come up they looked at another thing and forgot about God, exactly as how Dale said, the fire of revival grew dim. We are now hearing from our neighbors of what the Lord is doing in other Pentecostal churches, but not us here. This has been paining me a lot, but you came with a solution - Congo people call it “changa moto”, simply meaning set them on fire.
We are lit, no more going back, no more fear or worry, we are going forward, we are pursuing it, and we are fully equipped with the Message and the Discipleship lessons.
We are determined to see Congo being revived for changed and transformed for God’s glory.
Otherwise it was nice to talk with you on telephone. I am glad and excited that the book, 4 Steps to Revival, is translated in Congolese language. We are looking forward it soon, but please pray for our organization. They are a very way backward like Anglicans and Catholics. You guys, this white Man is a very different from any other Bajungu we have ever seen. He has a lot truth in Him and boldness; we were encouraged by His sacrifice.
Do you communicate with him a lot? Please as soon as you get Him tell Him that He was a medicine to my souls. I wish all white people would be like this .Man wow, He prayed for people and they got healed. For us, we knew that miracles stopped in the days of the apostles. Not now. But from that time I was encouraged, I have been now seeking the power of God to do the same. Why not?
Please you are always well come again in Congo. As soon as you let us Know when you are planning to come, we will easily go ahead and plan with you.
I will hear from you soon when you need to come to Congo.
Your Friend in the Lord,
Rev /pastor Pascal Nionzima . Congo