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Brooklyn TabernacleBrooklyn, New York USA
Street Prayer Ministry
McArtle
This young man accidently stopped when Reid and I were handing out tracts. He wasn’t really sure what we were doing, but I asked if he would like us to pray over him. I could sense he was at a tough place in his life and he haphazardly agreed. We asked what he wanted Jesus to do for him and he gave us a laundry list….a job, a home, health, etc. Reid and I laid hands on him and prayed.
There are times when I pray and I know God is doing something…I feel a connection. This was one of those times. When we finished praying he looked at me and said “I feel better” then turned to walk away. Reid tugged on my sleeve and said “Mom, I think God just told me to give this money to him.” I said, “Then we best give it to him.” We chased McArtle down and caught him on the edge of the street. Reid gave him the money and I could tell it touched his heart. He looked at me again and said, “I really feel better.” It was like the Spirit came over me, I began to tell him how much God loved him and wanted him. That God has a plan for him and is waiting for McArtle to turn and give his life to Jesus so God can use him. The words flowed out of me and I knew they were swords piercing the depth of his soul. He looked intently at me and listened. I kept talking and he stood very still and took in every word. Then it stopped. All the words ceased flowing. I gave him a hug and smiled. His simple words of, “Thank you” were from a deep place. He smiled and walked away.
I have prayed mightily for McArtle and my Muslim friend and also for Judith and Jeanette and the many women who asked for prayer for their families.
I met a Russian man who spoke very little English, I prayed for him and then realized I had a copy of the Jesus film in my backpack; it was in 8 languages, one of which was Russian. He happily took it. Thank you First Baptist Church of Gaffney for funding our witnessing materials. God is working through the materials.
At one point I turned to see Harrison reading a tract to an elderly woman not much taller than he. She leaned on her walker, smiled and listened intently as he shared the word by reading. I thanked God for Mrs. Blanton at the Village School who had taught him to read.
All three boys were incredibly bold in handing out tracts and being a witness. I am a blessed mama.
This young man accidently stopped when Reid and I were handing out tracts. He wasn’t really sure what we were doing, but I asked if he would like us to pray over him. I could sense he was at a tough place in his life and he haphazardly agreed. We asked what he wanted Jesus to do for him and he gave us a laundry list….a job, a home, health, etc. Reid and I laid hands on him and prayed.
There are times when I pray and I know God is doing something…I feel a connection. This was one of those times. When we finished praying he looked at me and said “I feel better” then turned to walk away. Reid tugged on my sleeve and said “Mom, I think God just told me to give this money to him.” I said, “Then we best give it to him.” We chased McArtle down and caught him on the edge of the street. Reid gave him the money and I could tell it touched his heart. He looked at me again and said, “I really feel better.” It was like the Spirit came over me, I began to tell him how much God loved him and wanted him. That God has a plan for him and is waiting for McArtle to turn and give his life to Jesus so God can use him. The words flowed out of me and I knew they were swords piercing the depth of his soul. He looked intently at me and listened. I kept talking and he stood very still and took in every word. Then it stopped. All the words ceased flowing. I gave him a hug and smiled. His simple words of, “Thank you” were from a deep place. He smiled and walked away.
I have prayed mightily for McArtle and my Muslim friend and also for Judith and Jeanette and the many women who asked for prayer for their families.
I met a Russian man who spoke very little English, I prayed for him and then realized I had a copy of the Jesus film in my backpack; it was in 8 languages, one of which was Russian. He happily took it. Thank you First Baptist Church of Gaffney for funding our witnessing materials. God is working through the materials.
At one point I turned to see Harrison reading a tract to an elderly woman not much taller than he. She leaned on her walker, smiled and listened intently as he shared the word by reading. I thanked God for Mrs. Blanton at the Village School who had taught him to read.
All three boys were incredibly bold in handing out tracts and being a witness. I am a blessed mama.
