Day 27: If Ever I Witnessed a Miracle...

Dylan obviously had enough strength to mess around on the hike back from Mpuri

Dylan with the Mpuri Fellowship

The original plan for today was for Dylan and I to get our first chance to go out and witness to people around Weru. The day started out normally, but soon enough, Dylan seemed sort of out of it. At first, I thought Dylan was just maybe having a bad morning or something, but soon enough, he told me how his stomach was hurting pretty badly. Now up to this point, Dylan and I were super thankful to God that neither of us had gotten sick or hurt (except for my motorcycle accident), so I was pretty concern for my ministry partner. Dylan's stomach ended up hurting so much that he went to lay down and sleep off the pain. When Pastor arrived at the family's house, we decided it was better to make sure Dylan was okay and so we ended up not going out to witness. Now since it was Thursday, we were going to Mpuri again to visit the fellowship there, but if Dylan's condition didn't improve, we would have to take him to the closest hospital (and trust me, hospitals in this area are nothing like those in America). After lunch, however, Dylan said he was starting to feel better. Not only that but he was very insistent on us going to Mpuri that afternoon.

So amazingly, we made the trip out to Mpuri just as we had originally planned. Not only that, but as the day progressed, Dylan's health just seemed to steadily improve. When I asked him if he wanted to me to prepare a message for Mpuri (it was his turn to speak at Mpuri), he shook his head and said he would still do it. At Mpuri, when Dylan was asked to speak, he honestly looked as if he was at full strength again. He spoke on Isaiah 6 about the glory of God, angels giving us hot coals, and allowing God to send us forth. Dylan later told me that as he gave the message, he just sensed that he was saying things that he had not originally prepared.

If ever I experienced any miracles, this might have been it. Just a few hours earlier, Dylan was bedridden and didn't even seem to want to move too much. Dylan not only managed to make it out to Mpuri on a motorbike and give a message, but he even made the hour long trek back to Weru. Dylan later told me that in the days leading up to this day, he had been praying to God to humble him. Dylan definitely got his prayer answered; I have no doubt in my mind that God was using those stomach pains to make Dylan rely solely on Him.

Today was such a powerful thing for me to witness. Not because I had some super spiritual experience, but because I saw my brother in Christ experience God in ways he had probably not experienced before. I'm certain that God revealed a lot to Dylan about relying on Him through any and every circumstance and pain. God bless Dylan. I hope God is continuing to show you new things everyday at Vandy.