As I ministered on the final night of the crusade in the heart of Africa's largest slum we called for the sick to come forward. Seeing around 60 people respond to the call for salvation was enough, but then to have about 20 people also come up on stage to be prayed for was amazing. There was such a simple faith in God's power to heal and a reverence for a man of God that sees the bondages of sickness broken by the stripes of our smitten Lord.
A young lady of perhaps early twenties came up on stage who had partial hearing and oozing from her left ear for 13 years. That's a long time to be sick, but as the man at the pool of Bethesda and the man at the gate Beautiful, she was about to have her appointment with the great Physician. We laid on hands and prayed and that wonderful smile that comes over the face of someone touched of God appeared as she testified that her ear had opened!
I was sad to have to jump off the platform and go back to the baptist mission to collect our luggage and head to the airport. I could have had that every night easily; even as a spectator. By the grace of God me and my faithful wife will be heading to East Africa one day to see such miracles and salvation on a regular basis!
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