As young people we decided to go and minister at a certain rural area. The community we were ministering too was over five kilometres away from the school where we were based. Daily we walked to this community for over a week. For breakfast we only had soft porridge and no bread if we did have bread it was dry bread washed down with water. For lunch and supper we had only pap and malamogodu. The meal was not appetising at all but the core reason why we here was because of the great call of souls.
One night we went to sleep in our usual place the classroom on top of desks which we had been joined together to form beds. The desks were our form of luxury and we took baths in the river nearby which was infested with crocodiles. We did not fear that one of us would be snatched by a crocodile.
One night as we were sleeping the Holy Spirit came in such power that we all fell off the desks and we landed on the floor. I do not remember how we ended on the floor but the classroom was suddenly filled with a bright light and a heavy presence of the Lord.
I tried to rise up from the floor but i could not, we were mostly speaking in tongues, weeping and wailing at the top of our voices. As we continued to labour in prayer and with groanings that cannot be uttered the presence of God was so tangible. Others interpreted tongues, others prophesied, others got baptised in the Spirit.
It was such a refreshing time and after about 3 hours one brother struck the matches and put on the candle. It was then that we realised that we had a visitation from the Lord. Church was never the same again and we envangelised with more zeal.
We walked daily to the village and came back and feasted on malamogodu and pap...souls we were won to kingdom but in the evenings services we were not more than 20 but the Lord was present..
The zeal of the Lord.
John 2v17
