The past two days at camp have been encouraging, remarkable…I think the reality of what we’re doing here hasn’t sunk in yet and that’s why I describe it in such sober terms. To huddle in a circle, face down, palms on the skin of Zambia with these boys and pray together, “Your Will be done: in Zambia, in our schools, in our hospitals, in our orphanages, in our businesses, on our streets and in our hearts. Father, hear our prayers in the mighty name of Jesus Christ. Amen.”
It might be one of the most staggering things I’ve ever been blessed enough to be a part of, but I just cannot realize it yet. There have been dozens of times in praying with Fusion groups or in worship at IBC that I’ve been overcome by the presence of the Spirit and moved to the point of tears. Because that feeling hasn’t struck me, I think I’m underestimating the strength of what’s going on here. Also, I’m a little fearful of becoming, “this American who talked about Jesus” in one of these boy’s stories years down the road as he recounts his unsatisfactory encounters with Christianity.
I pray that I can simultaneously enjoy a proper confidence and a proper humility in sharing the story and message of Jesus with these boys. It’s amazing. We’re having an opportunity to love these kids, pray with them and pray over them. The small group time is what I’ll remember the most and I believe that will be the same for them. And so, God has blessed me with a chance to truly change the lives of 22 Zambian boys forever. I trust that if I honor His Word and His heart, He will honor these boys.
Father, hear our prayers. In the mighty name of Jesus Christ. Amen.