This is Revival

Surrounding village near Dondo, Mozambique, there was revival.  Travis, an American with his heart attached to far away lands, lead the revivals that summer for Iris Ministries. Lead by the Spirit, he was wrapped with courage and wrapped with words.


Palavras de Deus

Friday afternoon we packed the open truck trailer  much like a suitcase. The kind where you stuff and stuff and have to sit on it to make it close, this was the truck that people would cram into let everyone settle for a quick second and cram more people in. Revival nights were interesting,  dressed in Sunday best is a must. A few of us girls decided to try our Capulanas (Sarong) that Jack, a boy from the orphanage, took us to buy from the local market place. To be real honest, this revival thing had no interest to me. I was spent and knew I would leave these people that night. Why waste energy?

We make it to the village, barely, the police have a thing for trying to stop the Spirit. As we begin to unload, there is no electricity. There are no roads. Only dirt and huts surround. I see brown-eyed children make an invisible line between them and the Muzungo, white people. Honestly, these people look terrified. "How is a revival supposed to happen when they won't even look at me?" The tables surely have turned for me. It's a strange feeling being the minority.

Set up happens, the music starts. The invisible line becomes hazy. I stand in the back and observe. Then somewhere through the worship, walls break. There is no minority and majority. We become one. The dancing begins. Oh it begins.

Before I know it, I'm surrounded by ten little girls. Gosh, they were so beautiful. They would take my hand and shake their little hips with more oomph than huge hips could shake. I smile at the little girls, they take my hand and imply that it is my turn to dance in the circle. What else can you do?

Just dance.

They follow. Then the next girl goes. I follow. Around and around we go in circles, shaking our hips and jumping to the beat. Joy flushes through the night.

"Are you ready to give a quick testimony?"  Travis said.
"What am I supposed to say?" I said.
"Anything, something you've experienced and something they can understand too,"  he said.
"I don't know."
"I'll call you when it's time."

Oh goodness, I'm not the evangelizing type of missionary. What do I have to say? 
"God is my strong tower, he builds our house upon a rock and not on sand when when rely on Him. He is a comforter in all times, Good and bad"
Okay, I have a skeleton. 

Reveal. 


Let us dance more. 

Hours pass. The energy exhilarating. Constantly. Increasing.

The night came and went, when all the light that was left were the stars.

Let us revive more. Let us pray into one another and be just as we are, just as God intended.  One with the night, one with the light. We move our feet and dance to win the fight.