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Listen to your heart<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
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\n THE JOURNEY OF A LIFETIME<\/a>\n <\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table>\n\n\n\n

Here I am again, back to the familiar where nothing’s\nchanged. I see I left a shirt on the bed and crockery drip-drying by the sink.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It seems incredible that this place — this home — should\nbe just as I left it, when God’s light is rampant on earth. And I’ve been part\nof it. What a journey! It was a spur of the moment decision, but the best I’ve\never made. I teamed up with Theo, and we just decided we’d take a road at\nrandom and see what village it led to. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The wiry old man sitting outside his house had half a dozen\nchildren playing at his feet. That gave us an opening.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Are those your grandchildren, old man?” I asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His face softened and his eyes brightened as they wandered, first\nto them and then to us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“All of them,” he said. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Theo joined in. “Children are so trusting.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The laughter lines creased around his eyes. “They come\nto me with anything.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Did you know that’s the way we must enter the Kingdom\nof Heaven?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The old man stiffened; his face suddenly hard. “Trust\nGod like the children trust me?” He looked at the ground, frowning.\n“No. You see, I’ve had experience, which these children haven’t had.”\nHis eyes misted over. “I know what it’s like to pray to God and have a silent\nheaven.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was my turn. “Will you tell us about it?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He stood up. “Come. I’ll show you.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He opened the gate and ushered us into his home, leading us\nto a room at the back. On the way, we heard cries and the pounding of heels on\nthe floor. He opened the door a fraction and bade us look. In the middle of the\nroom tied to a pole that was fixed to the floor was — what was it — an\nanimal? No, although like a crazed beast, its eyes burned with fury, the head\nswayed back and forth and the heels drummed up and down, up and down while it\nwrenched at the ropes holding it to the post. It was barely recognisable as a\nyoung girl, tormented and crazed by a thousand demons.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Closing the door, the old man took us to his sitting room.\n“That’s Lydia. I’ve prayed to God day and night for my grandchild, but\nHe’s not listening.” The tears glistened on his lined face. “Can you\nsee why I cannot trust Him as a little child?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I glanced at Theo and saw his face shine. “Sir, God has\nheard your prayer. His timing is perfect. He wants you to know about His\nMessiah. He’s come to save us from our sins and deliver us from the oppression\nof the Evil One.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He told him the good news of Jesus, the Messiah. On\nfinishing, he said, “Now, take us to Lydia.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was our first taste of the power Jesus gave us. With\nscreeching and a stench that filled the house, the demons fled. Lydia’s eyes\nsoftened, her face transformed and she spoke to her grandfather in a voice as\nsweet and clear as a mountain stream. “Thank you, Grandpa for praying so\nearnestly for me.” She smiled as she held the weeping, trembling old man.\nThat evening we preached to a packed house. \nLydia, had waltzed around the village in a dance of joy, spreading the\ngood news. The Kingdom of God permeated the whole village as we stayed at the\nold man’s home preaching, teaching, healing the sick and driving out demons in\nthe Name of Jesus.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then we moved to the next village and the scene was repeated\nas we used Jesus’ strategy, staying in people’s homes and ministering from\nthere. (Luke 10:7) We’d never experienced such power.           <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Finally, after filling village after village with the light\nof God, we reported back to Jesus. “Even the demons obeyed us!” we\nexclaimed with excitement. The other seventy disciples had similar stories. (Luke\n10:17)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But Jesus warned us, “Don’t get carried away with the\npower I’ve given you. Remember from whence it came and rejoice that God has\nchosen you to be with Him.” (Luke 10:20) It was a sober lesson. I admit,\nthe power had gone to my head a little.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And now, my little home, it’ll be good to sleep in my own\nbed with familiar things around me, but then I’ll have to say goodbye to you.\nYou see, there’s a Messiah who has no place to lay His head (Luke 9:58) and\nI’ll be following Him wherever He goes.
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Listen to your heart THE JOURNEY OF A LIFETIME Here I am again, back to the familiar where nothing’s changed. I see I left a shirt on the bed and crockery drip-drying by the sink. It seems incredible that this place — this home — should be just as I left it, when God’s light … <\/p>\n

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