Sunday June 1st: Children’s Day
Children’s day is a very special day that only happens once a year. It’s like Christmas day for the children in Mozambique. Early in the morning, the first thing our team did was surprise the children by putting balloons and confetti inside of the rooms of all the children while they were in school. Nothing spiritual here, but it was truly an amazing experience for me and many others to see the smiling and joyful faces of the children as they came back to their rooms after school.
After celebrating children’s day with the children, our team made our way over to the Iris Base Church for the Sunday morning service. The Sunday morning service was packed; it appeared to be that there were at least five-hundred people present. Heidi Baker preached a great sermon (which was translated into Portuguese for the local village people) that touched the hearts of many children.
Toward the end of the service, Heidi asked everyone who wanted to accept Christ to come to front stage, and at least 100 children walked onto the stage to accept Jesus into their hearts. There were so many children on the stage, that many of them were very standing at the very edge.
After the service and resting for a while, part of our team lined up outside to assist in the children’s feeding. I, along with about 10 other people from my team, shook the hands and blessed about 5,000 children as they made their way to the kitchen to eat. This was one of the most rewarding experiences in my entire life. I loved looking at all the smiles on the children’s faces as they shook our hands, and as we patted them on their backs. One of the things that almost made my cry was when many of the children wanted a hug instead of just a hand shake.
Many of the children with joy on their faces would run up, and jump into my arms as if I was their father. I miss the warmth of their little bodies against mine, and the little dimples on their faces that would pop out because their smiles were so big, you would think their faces would crack. Some of the children would just stop and stare at me…as if they were waiting for me to adopt them as my own children.
They would stare at me with a blank look on their faces, probably wondering if I was the one that was going to show them God’s love for the first time in their lives. We blessed the children on their way to the kitchen for about 4 hours. It was extremely exhausting, but more rewarding than anything else.
After assisting in the children’s feeding, I started walking back to my room at the base, when all of a sudden a young man standing near a large tree called out to me, “Hey brother, come over here! What is your name?” As I made my way over to the young man, I remembered that one of my friends (Laura) back in California prophesied over me that I would meet a person standing under a large tree, and God would give me a word of knowledge for them.
Before meeting this man, I was looking at every guy standing under a tree to see if that was the guy I was supposed to pray for, but most people at the base don’t speak English well enough to hold a conversation, so I started to give up on that prophetic word coming to pass. After I stopped trying to find the man, God told me, “son, relax. I’ll take care of that.” I love how God doesn’t have to say a lot to get our attention.
I knew that the man I was talking to was the man I was supposed to pray for because I didn’t have to do anything to make it happen, it just happened. Anyway to get back to the story, the man standing under the tree had a lot of questions for me about where I was from, and he also had questions about my family background as well.
People in Mozambique are very friendly and most of them don’t have hidden agendas. Toward the end of our conversation, the Holy Spirit was giving me the word, “Father” for him. Then I finally told the man, “I hear the Lord giving me the word ‘Father’ for you. I feel like you have a Fathers heart.” Then the man standing under the tree told me, “Well I am a Father, I have two kids.”
After the man thanked me for the Lords word that I shared with him, we hugged, prayed together, and then went our separate ways.
(This picture here shows one of the little girls, with the matching pink dress and lolly pop, who played with our team during our feeding of the 5000; isn’t she a cutie?)
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