Greetings from Malta!
Yesterday in the Rome airport I was walking by a shop and I saw a set of bongos. The Lord said to buy the bongos. So I went in, and without asking the price, I bought the bongos. It turned out that they cost a lot less than I had thought they would they would. When I told the rest of the team about the purchase, they got excited. The dancers on the team especially got excited about the bongos, hoping that we can prayer walk/dance in the streets to the beat of bongos.
It wasn’t until later that I remembered the team leader’s teaching about the power or rhythmic drumming, hand clapping, and movement as a prayer tool. Ha! I couldn’t help but smile!
As we waited for boarding time, one girl asked if she could play the bongos. I said, “Of course!” and handed them over. She played a little while, but quietly there in the noisy airport. I encouraged her to really give them a good thumping, but she kept playing quietly. I think that perhaps, like me, she is not very experienced with bongos, and just wanted to try them out.
When we arrived, I couldn’t believe how pretty Malta is. With ancient sun-bleached stone buildings, it looked very much like we were landing in the Holy Land, but with water all around. And I guess that’s what it is, since the Apostle Paul was shipwrecked here, and the island embraced Christianity since that time.
We are 3 teams composed of many nationalities, many of whom, like me, live in a country other than their country of origin. The 3 teams are an evangelistic team, a prayer team (which includes me!), and a dance team. The prayer and dance teams will be working in and around the Mediterranean Regional Prayer Center here in Valletta, while the evangelistic team will be out on the streets all over the island. The MRPC is also known as a House of Prayer, but they gave the name Malta House of Prayer to others.
The prayer and dance teams are being hosted by locals who have rented what I can only describe as a magnificent (and magnificently furnished) 3-storey villa overlooking the bay toward Valletta (the capital). The basement and roof are also in use, giving the villa 5 working levels in all. Last night we were welcomed with a BBQ feast and party on the roof. As the sun set over Malta, the building facades were lit up, becoming even more beautiful, with the light twinkling off the dark water.
I brought the bongos up from my room in the basement and handed them to Celeste because of the way her face lit up when she saw them. She played around on them a while, then when 2-year-old Jilly came over, she taught Jilly how to play, encouraging her to really pat them hard enough to produce sound.
This morning when Jilly saw the bongos, she boldly came and played them like a little expert, grinning in delight. If it had been only for that moment, it was totally worth buying the bongos.
At the prayer house, I felt led to go out of my comfort zone and sign up for the very first overnight shift—way, way out of my comfort zone! I am expecting God to do great things! Go bang some bongos for the Lord and step out of your comfort zone. You will discover what I’ve been saying all these years: God is good! Oh yes! God is good!
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