Monday was our first taste of Kenny. We weren't sure what to expect because we had heard so many different things, but none of us were prepared for a 4 hour worship service followed by people pouring out their hearts to each other and to God. It was an intense time.
Tuesday and Wednesday were similar. We spent the both mornings digging deeper into each other's lives; we were exposing ourselves like never before! It was a time of complete trust, vulnerability, encouragement, and seeking the Holy Spirit.
Thursday was... well it was challenging to say the least. Again, we found ourselves sitting around the room earnestly seeking the Holy Spirit. Keny would put in his encouraging words every once in awhile, but then he said something specific... Quite randomly, he looked up and pointed directly at Jonathon, another fellow student of mine... Now without going into details, it's important to understand that Jonathon has had a TERRIBLE childhood, but it is also important to understand that Kenny didn't no this... In fact, Kenny had spent so much time in prayer that week, that he hardly knew any of us. Anyway, Kenny points at Jonathon and says, "My heart aches for you. What has happened to you is not your fault, but it has scarred you forever. God has given me a vision, and I see you leading 3 people to Christ in the near future. Years from now, I see you as a teacher leading thousands to Christ. Follow Mike's ministry." Then he looks around and ask, "Is there a Mike here??" and literally before anyone could move a muscle his eyes fell on me. This is what he said: "You. You're Mike, right? I see you as the tip of an arrow with a wake of people following in your path as you pioneer a ministry. God hasn't revealed to me what kind of ministry it is because it is a new type; one that has not been brought about yet."
Can you say "WOW"? Let's just say that I am excited. I had only told a few people, but I had already felt God's calling for me to start a ministry, I just wasn't sure what type or where. Talk about confirmation. God is good. That night we had one of the most intense worship sessions that I've ever had the privilege to be a part of. God spoke through us and opened many of our eyes
Friday we did our weekly trip to La Bajio (The Red Light District) and it was miraculous to say the least. I've been meaning to start a blog specifically about La Bajio because I have had the opportunity to make quite a few local friends on the trips, but I can't wait share what happened so... First off, I have to mention that we had some crazy prayer sessions regarding this specific trip all day Friday, and we could feel the Lord preparing us for something amazing. We brought guitars, food, and Bibles... About an hour after we arrived and began our ministry, one of the drunks began to praise God very enthusiastically, and singing loudly with his hands held high. The Holy Spirit was moving. All of a sudden, he begins to shout out, "Perdoname Dios!" Which means 'Forgive me God" and then a small light appeard on his forhead and pushed him to the ground! His head smacked the concrete, and he was knocked out. Immediately, we all gathered around him began to sing/pray for his healing and safety. Blood began to soak the ground. We prayed harder. The cops came and, within minutes, the ambulance arrived. We continued to pray. As the paramedics knelt down to examine him, he casually stood up and walked to the nearest chair. The blood stopped. No more pain. Then the cut dissappeared. In place of what was once a gaping whole, there was a small bump. AMAZING. God is good.
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