Magic church bus in jamaica
This FEDEX style van the Jamaican kids call the Magic Church Bus!
The religious opposition in Jamaica thinks were fools conducting revival beneath the open sky while the air in the mountains is so deathly cool.
But, the crowd said it all and four came to pray during the altar call.
My landlady’s granddaughter was genuinely broken-up and appeared to pray seriously for her soul on Friday night. Then came with us to church on Sunday and gave her testimony of being saved on Friday night.
Brother Patrick (Warsop Preacher)preached a good salvation message and we are thankful for the reproving work of the Holy Spirit. I’m convinced others should have been on the altar but held back.
A large number of them rode the magic church bus tonight. The youth who love the truth we preach refer to the 17 seater van as the "magic church bus" it has been a blessing for us to get it up and running again. Tonight 35 Jamaican young boys and girls from four different communities rode the magic church bus with us.
It has taken a long time to repair the magic church bus; the engine blew after two years of use a new engine was purchased and gear box, then to find a reliable mechanic; but it has been worth the wait. The interest from the new community, (where we are conducting revival this month and next) for me has been heart-warming as we trust in the Lord to help us get underway with another mission in Jamaica. Although we have no word of any being saved six have sought the Lord this week. One of them was the grandson of Brother Williams (our deceased Craighead member of the past Silent Hill mission).
Brother Williams was the former singing companion of Brother “Happy” Green who by the way is still with us at 76. Brother Williams was in his 70’s when he fell on the altar at Silent Hill during a tent meeting there and got saved. He was a gentle snowy white haired old gent and the Lord sent him a humble spirit.
Oftentimes, tears so divine trickled down his wrinkled skin falling from his saintly grin. I remember when he testified, he cried; then got so tickled in the Spirit rejoicing over his salvation experience. I truly miss him so; for it is these kindly old saints which make for preaching a blessed challenge.
The bapty fed by a fountain of natural water which flows down the mountain in the bush or Jamaican wilderness is where I baptized Brother Williams. It was my John the Baptist experience like that of Aenon near Salim (John 3:23). I’m told Aenon means fountain and some scholars claim it was 53 miles northeast of Jerusalem and west of the Jordan River.
His grandson had climbed high in a tall tree (said to be a century-old) to watch me baptize his grandfather a perfect image of him at age seven. I glanced into the heavens and saw the lad prostrate on a limb perchance, I thought maybe someday I would baptize him like his grandfather. Lo’ and behold he was on the altar last night in the revival. Please pray for him he is still lost and about 14 years old now. In Jamaica (as around the world) I have found deceivers outnumber true believers walk the isle smile awhile religion is the norm and few bow in the altar to mourn and confess; true I guess to Jesus declaration to the Pharisees "For many are called, but few are chosen” Matthew 22:14.
I’m glad I was among the few. How about You!
Connie saved in an open-air service is singing Jamaica national anthum
at a function where Dr. Mike treated patients all-day in a portable medical van at the Pet-com property in Christiana, Jamica Dr. Mike will be in July partispating in this back to school
event this year.
Sister Connie's baptism March 2010
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