This Masowe father was healed of cataracts and an eye infection by prayer in Jesus' name! |
Hi Everyone!
Thank you so much for your prayers and encouragement this year. Straight Paths at Eden is blossoming and really starting to flourish. Jesus continues to bring tremendous growth and encouragement to the disciples and disciplers alike. We're seeing growth that's faster and stronger than we anticipated and expected. Please read and enjoy the recounting of Jesus' glory at Hurungwe. It's all HIS glory! We're vessels and that's all. May your hearts and spirits be encouraged to trust Him more as you read.
Gorgeous sky's welcomed us each day. It was HOT! |
God's Glory at Hurungwe
Day one, Monday the 8th of October: We left Doma around 10:30am and
headed off for Hurungwe. We were anticipating a 5-7 hour trip. We weren't sure
because Elijah's only ever gone there on public transportation and not in a
private vehicle. We arrived in Karoi right around 12:30 and realized one of our tires was
totally finished and would need to be replaced before we went out into
Hurungwe. After some sketching pricing adjustments due to perceived economic
capacity, we found an honest businessman who happened to have two tires that
were the correct size for our car and got our totally worn out tires replaced
with two, less-worn-out tires. New is a very long stretch, but they are MUCH
better than what we started with! So, we were overjoyed to have leaped over our
first obstacle on the journey. We got back on the road around 1:30pm and were
joyful, prayerful and expectant as we left civilization and headed for
"kumusha" or home area/rural area (for the Americans). About 30km/22
miles into the rough dirt roads of the most rural section of our journey we
began having car trouble. It seemed we had a fuel issue, with the vehicle
simply shutting off. We stopped and checked the vehicle to try and figure out
what was going on. To put it simply, this vehicle has been entirely reliable
since we purchased it in 2015 We've only had to do routine maintenance and
suspension due to Doma's challenging terrain. So, this issue struck me as odd.
Immediately, we started praying and rebuking whatever spiritual forces of
darkness were in overdrive trying to keep us from getting to Hurungwe. We drove
on and I got the distinct impression that there was someone, a man, working
against us, actively in prayer/cursing as we were approaching. So, we had a
fantastic prayer and warring session as we kept driving, thinking we had dirty
fuel. When were drawing near to Elijah's family's home area, the car cut off
again and, totally by His grace, we realized that one of our batteries was
shifting and arching against the power steering pump. The car was setting off
because of the battery contacting the power steering pump. So we tightened up
the battery clamps and had no more mechanical issues! Thank you, Jesus! We
arrived at Elijah's family shortly after this, passing through two rough creek
beds. Joyfully, we had arrived in Hurungwe at Sabuku Tafirenyika's house and we
were ready for conquest in the Spirit, bringing the name of Jesus and exalting
Him in the true, unadulterated, full-potency Gospel, calling all men to
glorious relationship and holiness in Christ Jesus. (End of Day 1, Part 1)
A large Shona kitchen. |
We spent the entire afternoon on day one visiting with the
family, setting up camp and doing all the proper greetings and meetings
required by custom and culture. We welcomed several visitors over the course of
the afternoon and were immediately involved in teach and sharing Jesus with all
present. One after one, the visitors would come to greet and would get the
greeting and a lot of really direct communication about Christ Jesus and what
it means to truly follow Him. Leo and Baba Makunda did most of the sharing and
teaching. Monday was a challenging day in every way. We didn't realize until
later, that Satan was working on a divisive strategy amongst us and through
subtle, small issues toward one another and our hosts. By evening, however,
these schemes were fully visible and we realized we'd gotten
"sucker-punched" to a degree and failed to catch and defeat the
attempts of the Enemy to hinder the proclamation of Jesus. No matter, we
repented and started working to resolidfy and get back into the war. So, that
night we had a service and 4 women gave their lives to Jesus after Leo clearly
shared the Gospel in detail and called for movement into the Kingdom.
Interestingly, the men were very hesitant and seemingly skeptical regarding our
motives and the message in general. There also seemed to be significant
barriers to healing and release of the Kingdom into lives as we prayed this
night. Something was "off" and we were certainly meeting opposition.
Not surprising, but annoying! So, we went to sleep, gorgeous, starry sky
overhead with stunning beauty of our Father drawing our hearts to His presence
and supremacy over what we'd experienced so far. We were really tired and ready
for a good sleep. Graciously, that's exactly what we got. (Day 1 finished, Part
2).
The four who joyfully gave their lives to Jesus, even in stinky water! |
Day 2 dawned with a gorgeous, fire-red sunrise over the
mountains and a silhouette of a gorgeous baobab tree. Elijah, Stanford and I
went for a run and got to experience the
gift of hills that has been endowed on Hurungwe. We set to work, obeying
the Spirit and killing all selfish, interpersonal conflicts that Satan had been
trying build up the day before. The three of us returned for our hour of
running with great joy, having danced on the devil's head and defeated a whole
day of his work in less than an hour. We took baths and spent time getting
ready to go on a full day of outreach. After a full-breakfast of eggs, baked
beans and bread, we split up and headed out on outreach. Leo and Elijah went to
"Point 4" and opportunities to preach to a group of school children
and a gathering of the "Pentecost" apostolic church who had gathered
for tabernacles. Baba Makunda, Stanford and myself headed out into Ward 24, the
village we were visiting, to try and visit all of the 33 homes represented in
the village. We only made it to 4 homes because we spent so long teaching,
preaching and interacting with everyone at the houses we did visit. We joyfully
conversed about faith and truly surrendering to Jesus, not just coming for
blessings. At each home, we spent significant time praying and asking for
healing and real help in their needs and challenges. We sat under chicken
coops, on traditional benches and around trees...really anywhere we were
welcomed and people were present. We found several apostolic churches, which
tend to be anti-scripture and operate on "holy spirit" only. All in
all, there was tremendous hunger and confusion among the people. Holy Spirit
led us into really challenging and confrontational subjects and passages in the
Word, but all was said and done in love. It was HOT and we were grateful to be
in the shade whenever we could be wherever we went. On this second day, we
prayed for two elder people, one man and one woman, both of whom appeared to
have cataracts due to old age and all their years in the scorching African sun.
In the instance, there was no healing...that's frustrating for me and something
I often want to see change, but there was peace that we had brought Jesus,
prayed in faith and that the seeds of the Gospel would germinate. We also saw a
woman delivered of a demon and had a couple surrender their lives to Jesus who
were openly praying to the ancestors and had left Christianity to worship in
the traditional manner some years ago. The Bhakasa family would turn out to be
a key piece in God's plans for our time in Hurungwe, but we were only in day 2,
so we didn't know that yet. We visited houses and families, as well as
preaching to Point 4, from about 10:30 am until 5/5:30pm when we staggered back
to camp, joyful, HOT and sweaty. We drank lots of water, reminisced and praised
Abba for an amazing day, full of victory and overcoming the flesh, the schemes
of the devil and seeing Him open doors to free His children. (End of Day 2,
part 1)
The "acceptable" water we baptized in on day 3...smelled like cow poop! |
After a good supper of sadza, chicken and vegetables, we
headed off to cover the few hundred meters between the houses we stayed at and
the meeting area. We arrived to find several men and women waiting. We had
asked you all to pray for men to come to Christ, as some tension was palpable
when the women came forward for prayer the night before. After a Stanford
preached with me, we had an altar call and 5 men surrendered to Jesus! We were
ecstatic! All men responding to Jesus, when we rarely see ANY men come to Christ!
Yes, Lord, yes Lord! These men weren't playing either. One quit smoking
immediately (and is still free) after chain smoking for years! We saw several
more demons come and as these men committed themselves to Christ, receiving
God's free gift of grace in Jesus! So, with 12 new believers needing to obey
and join Jesus' death and resurrection by faith, we set up the meeting at
"Bote-bote" which means something like whirlpool in Shona. After
seeing much more freedom and authority in the Spirit, several healings, demons
cast out and men coming to Jesus, we went to our tent around 10pm joyful, tired
and ready for sleep, and another really good day of ministry. My heart was
overjoyed as I laid down to rest, heart thankful and humbled at Abba's mercy.
(End day 2 part 2)
Day three dawned with a gorgeous crimson sunrise over nearby
mountain peaks. Elijah, Stanford and I were all in a marathon training plan and
so we rose at 5:30am to go and discipline our bodies, by faith, for ongoing,
increasing control of Holy Spirit's mastery of our flesh. I had seen a route on
the map that led to the gorgeous Sanyati Bridge, so we set off to see if we
could find the road. We ran about 5 miles through mountains and old game areas
that were nearly untouched and simply stunning in beauty before we saw the
bridge and got to enjoy one of those moments where Holy Spirit reminds you,
"You're only seeing this because you've obeyed me and come here! If you
weren't actively living for me, you never would have seen this!" It was sobering,
humbling and joyful! When we returned, took a bath and ate breakfast, it was
time for embarking on another exciting day of ministry. We went down to
"Bote-bote" to meet for baptism, and as is very common here, we
waited for a LONG time for less than half of the previously committed
individuals to arrive for baptism. We joyfully baptized 5 brothers and sisters
and then set off for Chembizi, a growth point (shops and a school) about 5
kilometers away, or so we were told. We walked up some really serious hills and
arrived at Chembizi right around 12pm. That's lunch hour in Zimbabwe,
especially in the educational sector, and we couldn't meet with the headmaster
whom we were told had invited us to share Jesus at the school. So, being very
very warm and thirsty, we decided to try and find some cokes, even though we
didn't expect to find anything out in the middle of nowhere. Stanford wen to
get candies to try and help the kids with participating in the lesson from
Scripture, little did we know, Jesus had something VERY different in store for
us! (End of Day 3 part 1)
Beautiful rock formations color the landscape in Hurungwe. |
We straggled over to the little shops right around 12:30pm,
just as the shopkeeper reluctantly came back from her lunch break to entertain
some willing customers. Her name was Grace and Jesus had very specific plans in
bringing us to her shop. We joyfully found some soft drinks at lower prices
than the cities. Buying a few, we conversed lightly with Grace and fellow
shopkeeper, asking about their faith and getting the usual responses. We went
outside to sit on some benches and the shopkeepers, after getting the shop
fully reopened, came to ask us what we were doing, where we came from and what
our endgame really was! We joyfully began was turned into a 3 hour conversation
about Jesus' goodness, forgiveness and genuine discipleship, as opposed to the
common form of Christianity in Zimbabwe today. As we conversed, two men came
and joined the conversation. 3 hours later we set off to find "good
water" to baptize these wonderful souls in Christ Jesus! We were assured
water was "1.5km" away. Well, after we walked 4-5 km up and down
hills, we finally arrived at the "good water." Amazingly, we were met
by an individual who said, "You cannot baptize here. We pray to our
ancestors and this water would be contaminated if you baptize here." The
reason this is amazing is that we didn't inform anyone of our presence there,
of our intention to baptize, nor did we call ahead to warn anyone. Somehow,
this enemy of righteousness knew why we were there and who had sent us! Not bothered,
we went down river looking for any suitable water to baptize in. We found some
water, but suitable might have been a stretch! The water was only knee deep,
only 3 feet (1 meter) across and smelled wholesale of cow dung! The baptees
were not too thrilled, but agreed, this was a vital decision for them and they
didn't care how icky the water was! So, we baptized our dear brothers and
sisters into Jesus right then and there. After having time to meditate, I think
it was quite a nice place to leave the dead man, the body of sin and the old
life...a stinky, nasty hole in the ground unfit for human consumption!
Immediately after baptizing these young people, an elderly woman came up to us.
She was from the Masowe church and we began having a conversation about the
differences and teachings of Masowe and ourselves. Powerfully, Grace began
refuting this elderly woman, with respect, but with tremendous boldness. It was
powerful! Grace showed clear signs that Jesus had already set her apart for
Himself and for some grander purpose than shopkeeping! We expect Grace to be a
mouthpiece for Jesus at Chembizi! Indeed, we expect that soon! So, we walked
the 4-5 km back to Chembizi and were about to depart for our camp, when Holy
Spirit gave a very encouraging word of knowledge about Grace and for her
edification. She confirmed it's accuracy and we bid a joyful goodbye. As we
turned to leave, we heard the men shouting, "Aren't you going to share the
Gospel with us?" Of course the answer was "yes." Though we were
tired, well worn out, sweaty, dehydrated and late, Jesus died for these men and
they want to hear about him! So, we went and began another round of teaching
and preaching. Many were engaged and open until we got to the surrender of life
to Jesus and allowing Him to be Lord of your life. At this point, after using
examples of adultery and drunkenness, several of the men immediately got up and
left. We actually embrace this kind of openness. Too many here in Zim pretend
to love God while living in darkness. We open the choice of Jesus or not...no
more half-way, half-hearted, kinda committed living under the banner of Jesus.
So, the remaining men listened intently and openly said, "We haven't heard
about Jesus like this before. We're not ready to make that commitment today,
but when you come back next time, we want to sit and discuss this again."
Joyfully, we prayed and blessed these men and began trekking back to Ward 29
for our evening meeting. (End of Day 3 part 2)
Sanyati Bridge |
Sanyati River |
After getting back to the camp, we enjoyed some delightful
food and immediately departed for our meeting. Elijah preached an inspired and
impactful sermon calling for longevity and personal commitment in following
Jesus, not just leaders or when leaders are present. Then we had a time of
welcoming all for prayer, for healing and deliverance. One lady whom we had
prayed for each day was healed, for the first time, from the back pain she'd
been fighting the entire time we were there in Hurungwe. Another man gave his
life to Jesus and began manifesting demons. He opened up with us that he had
some connections through the ancestral religion to his family spirits and that
he had received "the holy spirit" at his apostolic church. What
manifested was clearly NOT the Holy Spirit, and we set about casting that nasty
imposter out. Over time, it went quiet, but wasn't fully gone. So we did some
counseling and committed to continue walking with this man to see him come to
true freedom and rebirth in Jesus. Another lady was set free from demonic
oppression that night and several others freed, as well as one woman being
visibly filled with the Holy Spirit and given the gift of tongues. It was
beautiful. People were humming with excitement and joy. The service ended
around 10-10:30pm and we once again plodded back to our tent and collapsed back
into the sleeping bags for a much appreciated rest! (End of day 3 part 3)
Our final morning dawned in Hurungwe and we went for another
short run and enjoyed it immensely. I felt Jesus wanted us to go straight at
the 4 way intersection that we encountered each morning, and that there was a
specific reason for us to go that way. So, off we went for our 5 mile morning
standard discipline and joyful interaction with Jesus! We didn't meet anyone
who stood out as "the one" for whom we were running that direction on
the way out and we were almost all the way back when we ran into
"Gogo" or grandma, from our visits the day and two days before. She
had cataracts and cold barely see 50 feet. We prayed and she said, "You
don't actually expect me to be healed right now do you?" Of course, we
actually did expect that and do, every time we pray! But, she wasn't healed
right then. So, our teammates ended up going there, even though they hadn't
planned to, the next day and prayed for again, receiving much the same
response. Awesomely, this morning Gogo came out to meet us as we ran past.
Joyfully she recounted the reality that she can SEE! She came to tell us, her
eyes were much better. She was seeing across the fields and up to the
mountains. Jesus had healed her and she recognized it was Him! Baba Makunda
went on a follow up visit while we bathed and got ready to leave for Doma. He,
too, found a man we had prayed for two days before was healed of
cataracts...not a young man at all! He was overjoyed and heading to a funeral
at which he promised to sing Jesus' praise for what had happened! So, we set
off from our now affectionate home in Hurungwe, filled with thanks and
overwhelmed at Jesus' faithfulness. We drove away from Doma to see the Sanyati
Bridge and get photos, then we headed on toward Doma. Just as we reached
Chembizi, Baba Makunda was reminded that we had been asked to pray for a lady
right there, in one of the houses near the road. So, we turned around and went
to find her. Find her we did and we sat down to pray with the family of Monica.
Monica had started having headaches 3 years before when it was time to write
her "O" Levels. Her face had become contorted and she could do very
little work without causing these immense headaches again! So, we prayed for
Monica, repeatedly and left encouraging the family with our commitment to
continue interceding for Monica, asking them to join us. A week later, we heard
that Monica was healed, perfectly restored and functioning again. Eden's nurse,
Judy, told us her symptoms sounded like a stroke! Hallelujah, this is the first
miraculous healing of a stroke we've ever seen! Now, as I write this to you,
Elijah is down in Hurungwe, doing a follow up visit and joyously seeing Jesus
bring many more people into the Kingdom! Pray for Hurungwe, brothers. Jesus has
opened a wide door down there! We're faithfully walking through it and it's
overwhelming powerful on all fronts! May the Gospel of Jesus Christ be glorious
yet again in our days. May He receive fully glory, honor and praise from men,
women and children genuinely surrendered and abandoned to His glory. Thanks for
making it possible, brothers! Keep praying for us. We're literally doing this
constantly now and we cherish your partnership in prayer! Blessings to you all!
Sharing Jesus with the group of men. |