| An African man has come to town. A Godly African pastor has come to our humble Sacramento. I heard stories about this man,of many amazing miracles that have taken place in his church and in his country-Uganda.I heard that there is a revival there.That God has completely shaken the place up and turned it around from a cruel murderous dictatorship to a God fearing,God honoring, praying government, and country.I heard how the aids epidemic has gone from a 33% death rate to under 5%. I heard about show downs with prominent witch doctors who were converted to Christianity.I had heard enough,my hunger for God drove me to go hear this man speak.I was not disappointed-I have gone to hear him again and again no matter how inconvenient it was for me to go again and no matter that I heard the same message preached two or three times.My hunger for God drives me to listen again and again and again.He has been talking about prayer- about desperate prayer.About fervent,desperate persistent prayer.Then and only then will God come and give us His transforming presence like we have never experienced it before.Realizing of course that there is nothing in me that would or could seek God in that way because I am hopelessly and wretchedly thoroughly selfish,I have asked God to prick my Spirit-to make me pray to make me want Him in that way.I guess you could say that I have asked Him pretty consistently and pretty hard-I did mean it. I am hungry for Him and I know our situation in this country is desperate.I worry about what this country will be like for my children and grandchildren.What heritage will be left to them?So, yes I have prayed for God to cause me to pray prayers that are persistent,fervent and desperate. I have been utterly miserable for the last few days. I can't figure out why-I am not the type that is prone to depression-usually pretty happy go lucky .I have not wanted to bother with shopping or doctor's appointments-in fact I am downright annoyed at having to do these things-this is a first. All I want to do is read my Bible and worship God and pray-yes pray and I desperately want others to do so with me-God never meant for us to be alone.Yet my prayers are not satisfying to me.I find in myself this incredible restlessness,I cannot be still, I cannot be satisfied-I am feeling desperate for God.It is not a good feeling.I realized that the word desperate is one of extremity.Noah Webster's definition of desperate is: Without care of safety,rash,fearless of danger,hopeless, despaired of, lost beyond hope of recovery,irretrievable,irrecoverable.
Deep in Uganda, a handful of Christans gathered together, to hide in the jungles, and pray through the night without ceasing, entreating God to come back to their country. There was only a handful mind you, because countless numbers had been murdered under the dictatorship of Idi Amin. They prayed fervently,desperately, with total disregard for their own personal safety. They needed a touch from God,only He would do.
This African pastor says that God wants to bring revival to America, and He will-but it can only come through desperate circumstances or desperate prayers. He recommends the latter. The Christians in Uganda are praying for us.Wow.A third world country is praying for us. I thank them for their prayers. I desperately want God to rain down His presence on us,to transform us,to cause us to dance and to sing His praises in the streets unashamed.To shout His glorious Holy name from the mountaintops. I want for all those who oppose Him to be silent and bow their heads in repentance.I am miserable,I am restless, I will pray and pray some more. It is my prayer that you will soon join me and all those who have begun to pave the way.Won't you?
Thank you Pastor Jackson Senyonga, for the long hours, the sacrifice of leaving your home and family, for your faith, your courage, your vision, and your prayers. Thank you.
We are listening...... |
