12am on Saturday morning. The fire started burning as sounds of worship and intercession were raised up for 1804 - the first year of the 200 years we are praying for in this 200 hour burn. God’s presence was palpable to me as we took communion together declaring the love of the Father and the victory of the cross over this nation. The voodoo covenant of death and slavery has been declared null and void by the marriage covenant of the Lamb of God. The sacrifice of animals and humans married this nation to the enemy of their souls, but the sacrifice of God himself has won victory over the enemy and redeemed his rightful bride. FIRE!
On Saturday we felt the Lord lead us to go back to the orphanage where we worked for two weeks to serve the children with a “feast of abundance”. This was not just to fill their little bellies, but it was a prophetic act, breaking the spirit of poverty and abandonment over this nation and releasing a spirit of Sonship and adoption! It was powerful as I shared with them the story of this loving Father and saw them eagerly pray and receive their adoption as sons and daughters of the King. We then served them a feast! It was a miracle how a tiny 2 year old could fit in more rice, beans and chicken than me! The feast was followed by a rare and precious treat - ice cream. God is raising these beautiful children up to lead a spiritual revolution in Haiti. C’mon!
On Sunday we spent 3 hours in a loud, smelly, jerky, brightly painted tuk tuk as we made our way up a massive mountain. Here’s some maths for you - hard wood benches + pot holed dirt roads = chiropractor appointment please. But it was all worth it as we stepped out of the back of the tuk tuk onto the top of the cold misty mountain. We went to a place called Le Montcel which is this beautiful spacious ranch and retreat which was built in 1910 (YWAM Port au Prince has a vision to raise funds to purchase it to run DTS' which would be flipping sick). I felt like I was in Europe as we walked into the ivy covered, stone building to a crackling fire in the hearth, Christmas decorations and Louis Armstrong cooing Christmas carols. Many of us were moved to tears at the sheer bliss that overcame us as we felt cold, fresh air for the first time in months and drank coffee with real cream (as opposed to powdered milk)! Ahhhhhh. Joy! This, believe it all not, was also a prophetic act which God revealed to us as we interceded for the Burn. We felt like we needed to go up there and rest for a few hours and be filled with peace and to pray and declare for that peace to descend into the chaos and confusion below. Then we hopped in the tuk tuk and spent another death defying 3 hours descending the mountain.
That night I was so exhausted, but for some reason I could not sleep to save my life! So I prayed and worshipped into the night. Eventually I fell asleep but at 2:37 I woke up. I checked my alarm clock, confused as to why I woke up. Literally a minute later there was a massive explosion! The sound of guns and bombs filled the house! The alley outside glowed with flames and smoke. All I could think was “We’re being attacked!”. I fought with my mosquito net as I frantically tried to get out of my bed and run to the back of the house!
My heart was pounding. I couldn’t think straight. Fear. Chaos. Confusion.
Jesus! What the freak is happening!?
To be continued...
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