TTC & Vie Abondante Part 10

I don’t yet know how many ‘parts’ this saga will have.  But I’m glad I’m taking the time to document much of what is going on.  I wish I would or could do the same for everything that goes on.

After 5 days of workshops and discipleship, the seminar finally arrived.  Youth coming in to Maradi from 17 different villages.  There weren’t as many as were at the Niamey rally because many of them had school on Saturday.  But there was a good group – about 120.

The meeting started with the ‘GO’ drama being performed by the TTC and Vie Abondante team together.  It was awesome!  Here they are outside the church, waiting to make their appearance.

GO!

Neal and Scott explaining the drama .

More drama – the Gospel preached without words.

Josiah brought the message at the first meeting – identity – knowing who you are in Christ.

What one puts on, one must take off.  Not an easy (or painless) job.

Several of our pastors came to support the event.

As can be seen, it wasn’t just youth that came.  There were several children that enjoyed the meetings as well.

As promised, here’s a picture of Scott in his dress.

It was Emily’s turn to preach for the evening session.

Then some more dramas.  The Sin Chair

The Vie Abondante team ministering.  So proud of them!  And the crowd loved to see their peers doing this stuff!

See our proud TTC members giving cues and taking pictures from the back.

Neal and Pastor Hasimu closing the program.

This would be as good of place as any to interrupt myself and the chronological writing style of these posts…

I mentioned a few posts back that the heat was returning in it’s true form. That was on Thursday.  But then the dust rolled in and cooled things way down again.  I didn’t live during the Oklahoma and Texas dustbowl days, but this may have rivaled what it was like.  And it was as dusty inside as it was out, since the glass on the windows are louvres, and they don’t really close.  Even if they did, this fine (and by fine I don’t mean lovely) dust would find it’s way in.  We would wipe tables and counters down so we could eat/write/work etc.  Only to find that an hour later part of the lovely Sahara Desert had sifted it’s way into our living quarters.

This is the countertop 1 hour after being cleaned.  So much for dusting once a week!

Here’s what it looked like outside.  That’s not fog, it’s dust.

But the dust cover did keep things cooler.  So for a change I wasn’t desperate for a shower because I was hot  and sweaty, but because I was filthy dirty.  At any rate, this cool weather was a distinct difference for March.  And that’s been nice, because even though hot season started, it kind of stopped for a bit  – which gives it sort of a delayed start.  That makes it shorter.  And that’s a very good thing.

It took most of today to upload these videos so I want to post them here.  Pictures are great, but the sights and sounds of video – well, those are even greater.  Now someone needs to invent a media to communicate smells too…

This first one was the beginning of one of the workshop sessions.  Praise and worship.  We’re singing about being a soldier of Jesus – I’ll testify of Jesus wherever I go – No one will hinder me – Because I am a soldier of Jesus.  As you can see, understanding the language was not a requirement to be involved.

This next video is more praise.  In the beginning they are reminding the devil that he has no power – sin has no power – sickness has no power.  BUT – Jesus is all power.  You’ll have no trouble seeing when that part of the song starts.

And finally, the well.  The team is doing a drama at the well to ‘advertise’ our meeting that would soon take place.  Here we see how sin separates us from God.  After this, I got into quite a discussion with the women at the well – but I’ll save that for another blog post.

That’s it for now, but next up is Saturday, Sunday, our journey back to Niamey, and the team’s departure.  At the moment of this writing, they are somewhere in the air between Paris and the US.  Miss you guys!

Miracles Meetings in Maradi: Part 2

And so the meetings began.  We were in for some amazing stuff.  As I said, we had no idea how many people would come, but we were hoping for ‘a lot’.  As usual, God did above and beyond.  People came by the hundreds.  They came by the thousands.

But it wasn’t without opposition.     Anytime the Kingdom of Light penetrates the Kingdom of Darkness, there will be opposition.

The first night was amazing.  People came early – of course there were TONS of children, since they were the ones that were targeted with the tickets.  The tickets had a two-fold purpose.  The most important reason was for contact information so after the event the local pastors could follow up.  The plan was for each person to fill out the information and at the entrance that portion of the ticket would be turned in, while the attendee kept the other half for the prize drawing later in the evening.  That was the plan anyway.  But that’s not how it went down….

Here’s Neal talking with the police – explaining that we wanted the people to arrive in an organized way – through the gate.  They are explaining to him that that would not be possible.  All of these people had arrived early – before the gates were officially opened.

So we went to Plan B.   In order for us to get the tickets of those that had already come through the gate, we had to have our security guys and our pastors go through the crowds and collect them one by one.  It wasn’t too difficult, as everyone wanted to be sure they were included.

The JSMI team was ready and the program began.  The Gospel was clearly presented by several members of the team.  They all preached with passion and while they were speaking, video was being shown on a big screen.  In spite of the constant noise and commotion, it appeared that many people were listening intently.

John Smithwick is preaching here about the crucifixion and Pastor Benji is interpreting.

While he was preaching, some of those in attendance were not happy with the Gospel being so strongly preached and they began throwing stones.  One of the stones hit Pastor Benji right between the eyes.  Blood was everywhere, but that didn’t stop the message.  Another pastor jumped right up to interepret while we attended to Pastor Benji.

Through our years in Niger we’ve faced various obstacle and challenges – both personally and in ministry.  Every single time we come out the winner.  So it makes me realize just how stupid the devil really is to keep it coming.  Doesn’t he get it?  This kind of opposition just makes us that much more determined.  What we saw take place was nothing less than an outpouring of God’s love for His people.  The atmosphere was anything but reverent.  But in spite of that, he saved and healed that night, and during the 3 nights after that first one.  We witnessed it first hand.

Before this night, this little boy could only crawl on his hands, dragging his legs behind him.  Jesus healed him!  Here John is holding him up after he ran back and forth on the platform a few times.

Here is video of this 8 year old boy who before tonight could not walk.  Praise God!!!  Pastor Nelson is interpreting.

When we arrived the 2nd night, a few of our security guys had a young boy in tow and brought him to Neal, explaining that this was the boy that used the slingshot and hit the interpreter.  They wanted to know if they should turn him in to the police.  We knew that if the police got ahold of him he would be severely beaten. So we talked to him and at first he denied his involvement.  His name was Mohammed and he was 12 years old.  I sent Tobi to go and talk with him and Tobi just said ‘he’s a nice boy’.    We told him that Jesus loved him and wanted to forgive him if he wanted forgiveness.  He said he did.  Then Neal told him that what was left was for him to ask forgiveness from Pastor Benji, and if Benji forgave him, he was free to go.

Here is Neal talking with him.

Here is Pastor Benji explaining why he is forgiving him.

After this, Mohammed returned to every meeting and during the day whenever we went to the field to prepare things, he was always there, ready to greet us.  We don’t know for sure, but we can pretty safely assume that someone influenced Mohammed to do what he did – maybe even paid him.  We believe his life was truly impacted.  What the devil meant for evil, God threw back in his face!

The rocks continued to fly that night and even I was pelted with one of them.  It was a small thing, but every time I felt that bruise over the next week or two, it made me think of the countless believers in the world today that are seriously persecuted for their faith.  So that was kind of an honor.

I was helping interview those that were coming forward with testimonies of healing.  There was a Fulani boy with his father that came.  The ‘boy’ was 20, but didn’t speak Hausa so his father interpreted for him.  He began to explain to me that the boy hadn’t slept for 7 years.  That every time he tried to sleep, he was tormented and died.  What?  That’s what I said!  So I thought maybe I was missing something in the translation – it’s been known to happen!  So I asked one of the pastors to come and listen.  The pastor repeated back to me in Hausa the same thing.  That the boy died every time he tried to sleep, so he couldn’t sleep.  Couldn’t even nap.  In Hausa I said ‘He died?’  In English the pastor replied ‘dead’ – like that made perfect sense.  So I said do you mean like he’s passed out in a coma like state. ‘Yes, yes’.  So I realized then that he had been dealing with evil spirits.  The reason he came forward to testify on the 2nd night of the meeting was because after he went home the first night, after prayer, he slept.  The whole night.  He had even taken a nap that afternoon.  They were both beaming.  As you can see for yourself!  I asked them if they had received Jesus.  They joyfully said ‘Yes’!  I noticed that they were wearing charms around their necks, very typical of Fulani (and many people groups).  I explained that now that they had Jesus, they no longer needed the charms.  I was quite surprised when Dad reached up and immediately pulled them off.  In our experience, it often takes some time and teaching for them to be willing to give up the charms – their protection.  It was incredible!!

This man was healed of knee problems.  According to him, it had been 2 years since he had been able to bend like this.

This woman said she had had a tumor on her right arm and hadn’t been able to lift it up like this.

This man had been deaf.  Past tense!

Miracle after miracle.  Each night.  The Muslims were so upset by the meetings that they began preaching on the radio that this was all false.  First, it wasn’t God doing the healing, because He’s the one who made them sick.  Then they began reporting that the miracles were staged – except that God began healing some of them!  They couldn’t deny that.  In fact they began searching out some of the pastors – asking for prayer!

What an incredible thing this has been for Tobi to be a part of.  He has no doubt that God is our healer!!

He even got to be part of the band!

On the last day there was an additional meeting – a children’s crusade.  It was great and kids from all over the city came.  They came early.  Very early.  A boys bike and a girls bike were among the prizes that would be given away.   That’s a great gift – even for an adult!  There were clowns and dramas, the Gospel was again presented and many hands went up to receive the free gift of Jesus.  Then the sick were prayed for.

To the person who wasn’t aware of what was going on, the whole thing at first glance would look like mass chaos.  In the spiritual realm, a battle was raging. The devil was mad and the evil spirits were getting very riled up.  God was moving.

Neal took some time after the team finished praying for salvation and healing to encourage people to find a church to get plugged into.  He was also declaring over the people that we have life because of Jesus and that Jesus is our healer.  There was a group of ‘rabble rousers’ in the crowd and they began cursing him.  Can you say ‘Book of Acts?’  It was an awesome thing to be a part of!

After it was over, we went to the field the following morning to pack up/take down.  There was still a large crowd of children.  I began talking with them and they first told me that they didn’t get a gift – they didn’t win the bike.  I told them that they may not have won the bike, but that they received the greatest gift of all – Jesus.  One child quickly agreed and said ‘Yes! He’s here in my heart!’

After the team packed up and went home, we continued to hear testimonies of healings come in – from Muslims.  We heard 2 specifically who said they had spent all the money they had on doctors and witch doctors over several years – with no success.  But after coming to the rally – they were completely healed!  Isn’t this exactly what Jesus told us to do?  Lay hands on the sick and they will recover.  He also told us that these signs will follow those that believe.  If you believe, these signs can follow you also!  Praise God!

Last month at our annual ministry meeting held in Maradi, we heard testimonies from many pastors saying that there were new people coming to all of the churches because of the JSMI meetings.  Great reports!

We thank God for JSMI for obeying God and truly coming where others have not wanted to come – knowing the resistance that could be possible.  And there really was resistance.  But the power of God broke through and His message was spread throughout the entire city in a matter of 4 days.

Take that devil!!