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Directly outside the church where our International Training School took place in Nairobi, Kenya, was the Gikomba tomato market. Inside was a slice of heaven – our team of twenty from New Zealand ministering to 700 hungry souls. Outside the compound walls was a taste of hell.
The muck of the tomato market - right outside the pristine church
A seething throng of vendors, hand-carts, fruit-laden lorries, matatus [mini-bus public transport], labourers, traders and housewives struggled through six inches of glutinous, festering black mud. The wealthy or fortunate few had gumboots. Most didn’t, and the mud crept up their legs like black leeches. Down both sides of the potholed mudbaths that were supposed to be streets vendors piled their wares in boxes, crates, baskets, or old tyres – anything to keep their precious fruit out of the all-plastering sludge. There were tomatoes here ‘for Africa’ (!). But any that toppled from the over-stacked piles were
instantly engulfed. Astonishingly the people seemed resigned, if not at peace with this misery. The human spirit is truly a miracle.
Behind the ‘market’, a high block wall hid the Muslim cemetery. Here, like the Valley of Gehenna outside old Jerusalem, rubbish fires burned continuously. Depending on today’s ‘fuel’, the air was filled with either the acrid pungence of burning plastic or the sickly sweet stench of rotting meat. Occasional wafts managed to penetrate the sanctuary of the church reminding our delegates of the other world outside.
We were teaching the Spiritual gifts. Rodney Francis of Gospel Faith Messenger had invited me to join his team of twenty from New Zealand to help teach on healing the sick. The six-day course attracted people from 58 churches, and people even came from neighbouring Tanzania and Uganda.
Rodney soon had everyone prophesying over each other in groups of six. Amazingly in almost every group everyone had a ‘word’ for everyone else, and given the accuracy of the prophecies, people were clearly hearing from God. It was immensely encouraging. Each group ended with Kenyan hugs and new friendships made, despite only being together for half an hour. Surely this is what the Lord intends us to do when we gather together! What then shall we say, brothers? When you come together, everyone has a hymn, or a word of instruction, a revelation, a tongue or an interpretation. All of these must be done for the strengthening of the church 1 Corinthians 14:26. But is it what we do? Do our liturgies allow? Even our Pentecostal churches have theirs... Peter Ridling, our other main speaker, said, ‘I am fed up with three-fast-songs-three-slow-songs-notices-message-coffee-go-home.’ Could we make space for hearing from God? And encouraging each other? Isn’t that what we gather for?
Later we began to encourage each other to heal the sick as well, and by the end of the week we had seen literally hundreds healed, including many members of our own team! Perhaps the highlight for me came midweek when I asked the Lord how he wanted me to