I have quickly realized that it will probably take me weeks, maybe even months, to attempt to write down all that we encountered and experienced in India...but, I will continue to record as much as possible here on my blog.
This morning we went shopping for traditional Indian clothing to wear while we're here. We rode on buses to a nice shopping mall with lots of security. We entered thru a metal detector and then had to zip tie every bag closed and any loose clothing to ensure no one could steal anything.
During our second day in India, we went bak to the same church where we held the women's conference, to hold a youth conference. Youth of all ages piled in to the church for the conference, as well as men, women, and children. We opened with an incredible time of worship and then heard from several different speakers. As an invitation was given, all hands in the room shot up! Just as God had moved the day before, He moved again on the hearts of the teens of Patna.
We were addressed again as missionaries to go and pray for all those with hands raised. As we turned around to disperse throughout the church, our hearts melted at the sight of every hand raised, eyes closed, and complete surrender before the Lord. In that moment, hundreds of teenagers cried out to God for the first time and acknowledged Him as Lord of their life.
I prayed for several young girls and then I was led to pray for a young man in the very back of the church. I literally climbed over chairs and other men to get to him. As I approached him, placed one hand on his head, and the other raised towards heaven, he continued crying out to God in prayer and tears began to stream down his face. Although I prayed in english and he only spoke Hindu, he received every word that God was speaking to him thru me. I prayed with him for several minutes and then opened my eyes...a translator was standing close by. I brought her over to translate for us. God spoke thru me to him in a powerful way. I was able to speak strength to him as a new man in Christ, encouraging him as a leader in his family, and in his country. As soon as she began to translate these words of life, he broke down, sobbing, hunching over, and barely able to breathe. In that moment, it was if I saw chains and burdens falling off of him and being eliminated for his whole family, everything, and everyone who he stood for.
Total freedom reigned in that place...over every Indian and every American! One woman who we prayed for said that her heart had been released from the grip of Satan. A man blind in one eye, regained sight. A crippled man got up and walked. AND another woman who was delivered from her past, got up on stage and began to preach her testimony! God moved on every single heart!!



