THE SEEDS OF FUTURE CHANGE - CHAPTER 3 - # 10

CHAPTER  #  3
THE SEEDS OF FUTURE CHANGE  !!!!!
#  1  > In 1971 I was invited to spend one month in Singapore at a new institite that had been started by John Haggai. It was still in the formative stages then__a place where Asian church leaders would be trained and challenged to witness for Christ. Haggai was full of stories. In them all, Christians were overcomers and giants__meen and women who received a vision from God and refused to let go of it. Diligence to your calling was a virtue to be highly prized. Haggai was the first person who made me believe that nothing is impossible with God. And in Haggai I found a man who refused to accept impossibilities. The normal boundaries others accepted didn't exist for him. He saw everything in global terms and from God's perspective, refusing to accept sin. If the world was not evangelized, why not? If people were hungry, what could we do about it? Haggai refused to accept the world as it was. And I discovered that he was willing to accept personal responsibility to become an agent of change. Toward the end of my month at the insititute, John Haggai challenged me into the most painful introspection I have ever experienced. I know now it implanted a restlessness in me that would last for years, eventually causing me to leave India to search abroad for God's ultimate will in my life.

#  2  > Haggai's challenge seemed simple at first. He wanted me to go to my room and write down__in one sentence__the single most important thing I was going to do with the rest of my life. He stipulated that it could not be self-centered or worldly in nature. And one more thing__it had to bring glory to God. I went to my room to write that one sentence. But the paper remained blank for hours and days. Disturbed that I might not be reaching my full potential in Christ, I began at that conference to reevaluate every part of my lifestyle and ministry. I left the conference with the question still ringing in my ears, and for years I would continue to hear the words of John Haggai, "One thing . . . by God's grace you have to do one thing." I left Singapore newly liberated to think of myself in terms of an individual for the first time.

#  3  > Up until that time__like most Asians__I always had viewed myself as part of a group, either my family or a Gospel team. Although I had no idea what special work God would have for me as an individual, I began thinking of doing my "personal best" for Him.The seeds for future change had been planted, and nothing could stop the approaching storms in my life. While my greatest passion was still for the unreached villages of the North, I now was traveling all over India. On one of these speaking trips in 1973, I was invited to teach at the spring Operating Mobilization training conference in Madras ( now Chennai ). That was where I first saw the attractive German girl. As a student in one of my classes, she impressed me with the simplicity of her faith. Soon I found myself thinking that if she were an Indian, she would be the kind of woman I would like to marry some day.

#  4  > Once, when our eyes met, we held each other's gaze for a brief, extra moment, until I self-consciously broke the spell and quickly fled the room. I was uncomfortable in such male-female encounters, single people seldom speak to each other. Even in church and on Gospel teams, the sexes are kept strictly separate. Certain that I would never again see her, I pushed the thought of the attractive German girl from my mind. I had made a list of the six qualities I most wanted in a wife and frequently prayed for the right choice to be made for me. Of course, in India, marriages are arranged by the parents, and I would have to rely on their judgment in selecting the right person for my life partner. I wondered where my parents would find a wife who was willing to share my mobile lifestyle and commitment to the work of the Gospel. But as the conference ended, plans for the summer outreach soon crowded out these thoughts.

#  5  > That summer, along with a few co-workers, I turned to all the places we had visited during the last few years in the state of Punjab. I had been in and out of the state many times and was eager to see the fruit of our ministry there. The breadbasket of India, with its population of 24 million, is dominated by turbaned sikhs, a fiercely independent and hardworking people who have been a caste of warriors. Before the partition of India and Pakistan, the state also had a huge Muslim population. It remains one of the least evangelized and most neglected areas of the world. We had trucked and street-preached our way through hundreds of towns and villages in this state over the previous two years. Although British missionaries had founded many hospitals and schools in the state, very few congregations of believers not existed . the intensely nationalistic Sikhs stubbornly refused to consider Christianity because they closely associated it with British colonialism. I traveled with a good-sized team of men. A separate women's team also was assigned to the state, working out of Jullundur.

#  6  > On my way north to link up with the men's team I would lead, I stopped in the North India headquarters in New Delhi. To my surprise, there she was again__the German girl. This time she was dressed in a Sari, one of the most popular forms of our national dress. I learned she also had been assigned to work in Punjab for the summer with the women's team. The local director asked me to escort her northward as far as Jullundur, and so we rode in the same van. I learned her name was Gisela, and the more I saw of her the more enchanted I became. She ate the food and drank the water and consciously followed all the rules of our culture. The little conversation we had focused on spiritual things and the lost villages of India. I soon realized I had finally found a soul mate who shared my vision and calling.

#  7  > Romantic love, for most Indians, is something you read about only in storybooks. Daring cinema films, while they frequently deal with the concept, are careful to end the film in a proper Indian manner. So I was faced with the big problem of communicating my forbidden and impossible love. I said nothing to Gisela, of course. But something in her eyes told me we both understood. Could God be bringing us together? In a few hours we would be separated again, and I reminded myself I had other things to do. Besides, I thought, at the end of the summer she'll be flying to Germany, and I'll probably never see her again. Throughout the summer, surprisingly, our paths did cross again. Each time I felt my love grow stronger. Then I tentatively took a chance at expressing my love with a letter. Meanwhile, the Punjab survey broke my heart. In village after village, our literature and preaching appeared to have had little lasting impact. The fruit had not remained. Most of the villages was visited appeared just as illiterate and lost as ever. The people still were locked in disease, poverty and suffering. The Gospel, it seemed to me, hadn't taken root. In one town I felt such deep despair I literally sat down on a curb and sobbed. I wept the bitter tears that only a child can cry. "Your work is for nothing," taunted a demon in my ear. "Your words are rolling off these people like water off a duck's back!" Without realizing I was burning out__or what was happening to me spiritually__I fell into listlessness. Like Jonah and Elijah, I was too tired to go on. I could see only one thing. The fruit of my work wasn't remaining. More than ever before, I needed time to reassess my ministry.

8. I corresponded with Gisela. She had, in the meantime, returned to Germany. I decided I would take two years off from the work to study and make some life choices about my ministry and possible marriage. I began writing letters abroad and became interested in the possibility of attending a Bible school in England. I also had invitations to speak in churches in Germany. In December I bought an air ticket out of India planning to be in Europe for Christmas with Gisela's family. While there I got the first tremors of what soon would become an earthquake-size case of culture shock. As the snow fell, it was obvious to everyone I soon would have to buy a winter coat and boots__obvious, that is, to everyone except me. One look at the price tags sent me into deep trauma. For the coat of my coat and boots in Germany, I could have lived comfortably for months back in India. And this concept of living by faith was hard for Gisela's parents to accept. Here was this penniless street preacher from India, without a single dollar of his own, insisting he was going to school but he didn't know where and, by now, asking to marry their daughter. One by one the miracles occurred, though, and God met every need. First, a letter arrived from E.A. Gresham, a total stranger from Dallas Texas, who was then regional director of the Fellowship of Christian Athletes.

9. - He had heard about me from a Scottish friend and invited me to come to the United States for two years of study at what was then the Criswell Bible Institute in Dallas. I replied positively and booked myself on a low-cost charter flight to New York with the last money I had. This flight, it turned out, also was to become a miracle. Not knowing I needed a special student visa, I brought the ticket without the chance for refund. If I missed the flight, I would lose both my seat and the ticket. Praying with my last ounce of faith, I asked God to intervene and somehow get the paperwork for the visa. As I prayed, a friend in Dallas, Texas, was strangely moved by God to get out of his car, go back to the office, and complete my paperwork and personally take it to the post office. In a continuous series of divinely arranged "coincidences," the forms arrived within hours of the deadline. Before leaving  for America, Gisela and I became engaged. I would go on to seminary alone, however. We had no idea when we would see each other again.

 

I WALKED IN A DAZE - CHAPTER 4 - # 1

CHAPTER  4:

1. - As I changed planes for Dallas at JFK International in New York, I was overcome at the sights and sounds around me. Those of us who grow up in Europe and Asia hear stories about the affluence and prosperity of the United Sates, but until you see it with your own eyes, the stories seem like fairy tales. Americans are more than just unaware of their affluence__they almost seem to despise it at times. Finding a lounge chair, I stared in amazement at how they treated their beautiful clothes and shoes. The richness of the fabrics and colors was beyond anything I had ever seen. As I would discover again and again, this nation routinely takes its astonishing wealth for granted. As I would do many times__almost daily__in the weeks ahead, I compared their clothing to that of the native missionary evangelists whom I had left only a few weeks before. Many of them walk barefooted between villages or work in flimsy sandals. Their threadbare cotton garments would not be acceptable as cleaning rags in the United States. Then I discovered most Americans have closets full of clothing they wear only occasionally__and I remembered the years I traveled and worked with only the cloths on my back. And I had lived the normal life-style of most village evangelists.

"O GOD, LET ONE OF MY BOYS PREACH!" - CHAPTER # 3 - { PART # 22 }

"O GOD, LET ONE OF MY BOYS PREACH!"
#  1  > Achyamma's eyes stung with salty tears. But they were not from the cooking fire or the hot spices that wafted up from the pan. She realized time was short. Her six sons were growing beyond her influence. Yet not one showed signs of going into the Gospel ministry.
Except for the youngest__little "Yohannachan" as I was known__every one of her children seemed destined for secular work. My brothers seemed content to live and work around our native village of Niranam in Kerala, South India. 
#  2  > "O God," she prayed in despair, "let just one of my boys preach!" Like Hannah and so many other saintly mothers in the Bible, my mother had dedicated her children to the Lord. That morning, while preparing breakfast, she vowed to fast secretly until God called one of her sons into His service. Every Friday for the next three and a half years, she fasted. Her prayer was always the same. 

#  3  > But nothing happened. Finally, only I, scrawny and little__the baby of the family__was left. There seemed little chance I would preach. Although I had stood up in an evangelistic meeting at age eight , I was shy and timid and kept my faith mostly of myself. I showed no leadship skills and avoided sports and school functions. I was comfortable on the edge of village and family life, a shadowy figure who moved in and out of the scene almost unnoticed.

#  4  > Then, when I was 16, my mother's prayers were answered. A visiting Gospel team from Operation Mobilization came to our church to present the challenge of faraway North India. My 90-pound frame strained to catch every word as the team spoke and showed slides of the North. They told of stonings and beatings they received while preaching Christ in the non-Christian villages of Rajasthan and Bihar on the hot, arid plains of North India.

#  5  > Sheltered from contact with the rest of India by high peaks of the Western Ghats, the lush jungles of Kerala on the Malabar Coast had long nourished India,s oldest Christian community, begun when the flourishing sea trade with the Persian Gulf made it possible for St. Thomas to introduce Jesus Christ at nearby Cranagore in A.D. 52. Other Jews already were there, having arrived 200 years earlier. The rest of India seemed an ocean away to the Malayalam-speaking people of the southwest coast, and I was no exception.

#  6  > As the Gospel team portrayed the desperately lost condition of the rest of the country__5000,000 villages without a Gospel witness__I felt a strange sorrow for the lost. That day I vowed to help bring the Good News of Jesus Christ to those strange and mysterious states to the North. At the challenge to "forsake all and follow Christ," I somewhat rashly took the leap, agreeing to join the student group for a short summer crusade in unreached  parts of North India.

#  7  > My decision to go into the ministry largely resulted from my mother's faithful prayers. Although I still had not received what I later understood to be my real call from the Lord, my mother encouraged me to follow my heart in the matter. When I announced my decision, she wordlessly handed over 25 rupees__enough for my train ticket. I set off to apply to the mission's headquarters in Trivandrum.

#  8  > There I got my first rebuff. Because I was underage, the mission's directors at first refused to let me join the teams going north. But I was permitted to attend the annual training conference to be held in Bangalore, Karnataka. At the conference I first heard missionary statesman George Verwer, who challenged me as never before to commit myself to a life of breathtaing, radical discipleship. I was impressed with how Verwer put the will of God for the lost world before career, family and self.

#  9  > Alone that night in my bed, I argued with both God and my own conscience. By two o'clock in the morning my pillow wet with sweat and tears, I shook with fear. What if God asked me to preach in the streets? How would I ever be able to stand up in plublic and speak? What if I were stoned and beaten? I knew myself only too well. I could hardly bear to look a friend in the eye during a conversation, let alone speak publicly to hostile crowds on behalf of God.

#  10  > As I spoke the words, I realized that I was behaving as Moses did when he was called. Suddenly, I felt that I was not alone in the room. A great sense of love and of my being loved filled the place. I felt the presence of God and fell on my knees beside the bed. "Lord God," I gasped in surrender to His presence and will, "I'll give myself to speak for You__but help me to know that You're with me." In the morning, I awoke to a world and people suddenly different. As I walked outside, the Indian street scenes looked the same as before: Children ran between the legs of people and cows, pigs and chickens wandered about, vendors carried baskets of bright fruit and flowers on their heads.

#  11  > I loved them all with a supernatural, unconditional love I'd never felt before. It was as if God had removed my eyes and replaced them with His so I could see people as the heavenly Father sees them__lost and needy but with potential to glorify and reflect Him. I walked to the bus station. My eyes filled with tears of love. I knew that these people were all going to hell__and I knew God did not want them to go there. Suddenly I had such a burden for these masses that I had to stop and lean against a wall just to keep my balance. This was it: I knew I was feeling the burden of love God feels for the lost multitudes of India. His loving heart was pounding within mine, and I could hardly breathe. The tension was great. I paced back and forth restlessly to keep my knees from knocking in fright. "Lord!" I cried. "If you want me to do something, say it, and give me courage."

#  12  > Looking up from my prayer, I saw a huge stone. I knew immediately I had to climb that stone and preach to the crowds in the bus station. Scrambling up, I felt a force like 10,000 volts of electricity shooting through my body. I began by singing a simple children's chorus. It was all I knew. By the time I finished, a crowd stood at the foot of the rock. I had not prepared myself to speak, but all at once God took over and filled my mouth with words of His love. I preached the Gospel to the poor as Jesus commended His disciples to do. As the authority and power of God flowed through me, I had superhuman boldness. Words came out I never knew I had__and with a power clearly from above.

#  13  > Others from the Gospel teams stopped to listen. The question of my age and calling never came up again. That was 1966, and I continued moving with mobile evangelistic teams for the next seven years. We traveled all over North India, never staying very long in any one village. Everywhere we went I preached in the streets while others distributed books and tracts. Occasionally, in smaller villages, we witnessed from house to house. My urgent, overpowering love for the village people of India and the poor masses grew with the years. People even began to nickname me "Gandhi Man" after the father of modern India, Mahatma Gandhi. Like him, I realized without being told that if the village people of India were to ever know the love of Jesus, it would have to be brought by brown-skinned natives who loved them.

#  14  > As I studied the Gospel, it became clear to me that Jesus understood well the principle of reaching the poor. He avoided the major cities, the rich, the famous and the powerful, concentrating His ministry on the poor laboring class. If we reach the poor, we have touched the masses of Asia. The battle against hunger and poverty is really a spiritual battle, not a physical or social one as seclarists would have us believe. The only weapon that will ever effectively win the war against disease, hunger, injustice and poverty in Asia is the Gospel of Jesus Christ.

#  15  > To look into the sad eyes of a hungry child or see the wasted life of a drug addict is to see only the evidence of Satan's hold on this world. All bad things, whether in Asia or America, are his handiwork. He is the ultimate enemy of mankind, and he will do everything within his considerable power to kill and destroy human beings. Fighting this powerful enemy with physical weapons is like fighting an armored tank with stones.

#  16  > I can never forget one of the more dramatic encounters we had with these demonic powers. It was a hot and unusually humid day in 1970. We were preaching in the northwestern state of Rajasthan__the "desert of kings." As was our practice before a street meeting, my seven co-workers and I stood in a circle to sing and clap hands to the rhythm of Christian folk songs. A sizeable crowd gather, and I began to speak in Hindi, the local language. Many heard the Gospel for the first time and eagerly took our Gospels and tracts to read.

#  17  > One young man came up to me and asked for a book to read. As I talked to him, I sensed in my spirit that he was hungry to know God. When we got ready to climb aboard our Gospel van, he asked to join us. As the van lurched forward, he cried and wailed. "I am a terribe sinner," he shrieked. "How can I sit among You?" With that he started to jump from the moving van. We held on to him and forced him to the floor to prevent injury. That night he stayed at our base and the next morning joined us for the prayer meeting. While we were praising and interceding, we heard a sudden scream. The young man was lying on the ground, tongue lolling out of his mouth, his eyes rolled back. 

#  18  > as Christians in a pagan land, we knew immediately he was demon-possessed. We gather around him and began taking authority over the forces of hell as they spoke through his mouth. "We are 74 of us. . . . For the past seven years we have made him walk barefoot all over India. He is ours. . . . "They spoke on, blaspheming and cursing, challenging us and our authority. But as three of us prayed, the demons could not keep their hold on the young man. They came out when we commanded them to leave in the name of Jesus. Sunder John was delivered, gave his life to Jesus and was baptized. Later he went to Bible college, and since then the Lord has enable him to teach and preach to thousands of people about Christ.

#  19  > Several native Indian churches have started as a result of his remarkable ministry__all from a man many people would have locked up in an insane asylum. And there are literally millions of people like him in Asia__deceived by demons and enslaved to their horrible passions and lusts. This kind of miracle kept me going from village to village for those seven years of itinerant preaching. Our lives read like pages from the book of Acts. Most nights we slept between villages in roadside ditches, where we were relatively safe. Sleeping in non-Christian villages would expose us to many dangers. Our team always created a stir, and at times we even faced stonings and beatings.

#  20  > The mobile Gospel teams I worked with__and often led__were just like family to me. I began to enjoy the gypsy lifestyle we lived and the total abandonment to the cause of Christ that is demanded of an itinerant evangelist. We were persecuted, hated and despised. Yet we kept going, knowing that we were blazing a trail for the Gospel in districts that had never before experienced an encounter with Christ. One such village was Bhundi in Rajasthan. This was the first place I was beaten and stoned for preaching the Gospel.

#  21  > Often literature was destroyed. It seemed that mobs always were on the watch for us, and six times our street meetings were broken up. Our team leaders began to work elsewhere, avoiding Bhundi as much as possible. Three years later, a new team of native missionaries moved into the area under different leadership and preached again at this busy crossroads town. Almost as soon as they arrived, one man began tearing up literture and grabbed a 19-year-old missionary, Samuel, by the throat. Although beaten severely, Samuel knelt in the street and prayed for the salvation of souls in that hateful city. "Lord," he prayed, "I want to come back here and serve You in Bhundi. I'm willing to die here, but I went to come back and serve You in this place." Many older christian leaders advised him against his decision, but being determined, Samuel went back and rented a small room. Shipments of literature arrived, and he preached in the face of many difficulties. Today more than 100 people meet in a small church there. Those who presecuted us at one time now worship the Lord Jesus, as was the case with the apostle Paul. This is the kind of commitment and faith it takes to reach the world with the Good News of Jesus Christ.

#  22  > One time we arrived in a town at daybreak to preach. But word already had gone ahead fro the nearby village where we had preached the day before. As we had morning tea in a roadside stall, the local militant leader approached me politely. In a low voice that betrayed little emotion, he spoke: "Get on your truck and get out of town in five minutes, or we'll burn it and you with it." I knew he was serious. He was backed by a menacing crowd. Although we did " shake the dust from our feet" that day, today a church meets in that same village. In order to plant the Gospel, we must take risks. For months at a time I traveled the dusty roads in the heat of the day and shivered through cold nights__suffering just as thousands of national missionaries are suffering today to bring the Gospel to the lost. In future years I would look back on those seven years of village evangelism as one of the greatest learning experiences of my life. We walked in Jesus steps, incarnating and representing Him to masses of people who had never before heard the Gospel. I was living a frenetic, busy life__too busy and thrilled with the work of the Gospel to think much about the future. There was always another campaign just ahead. But I was about to reach a turning point.

ONLY THE BEGINNING - CHAPTER # 1 { PART # 10 } !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#  1  > The silence of the great hall in Cochin was broken only by soft, choking sobs. The Spirit of God was moving over the room with awesome power__convicting of sin and calling men and women into His service. Before the meeting ended, 120 of the 1,200 pastors and Christian leaders present made their way to the altar, responding to the "call of the North."
They were not saying, "I'm willing to go," but rather "I am going."
They made the choice to leave home, village and family, business or career and go where they would be hated and feared. Meanwhile, another 600 pastors pledged to return to their congregations and raise up more missionaries who would leave South India, and go to the North. I stood silently in the holy hush, praying for the earnest pastors crowded around the altar. I was humbled by the presence of God. 

#  2  > As I prayed, my heart ached for thesemen. How many would be beaten and go hungry or be cold and lonely in the years ahead? How many would sit in jails for their faith? I prayed for the blessing and protection of God on them__and for more sponsors across the seas to stand with them. They were leaving material comforts, family ties and personal ambitions. Ahead lay a new life among strangers. But I also knew they would witness spiritual victory as many thousands turned to Christ and helped from new congregations in the unreached villages of North India.

#  3  > With me in the meeting was U.S. Christian radio broadcaster David Mains, a serious student of revival. He had joined us un Cochin as one of the conference speakers. He later testified how the Lord had taken over the meeting in a most unusual way. "It would hardly have been different," he wrote later, "had Jesus Himself been bodily among us. The spirit of worship filled the hall. The singing was electrifying. The power of the Holy Spirit came upon the audience. Men actually groaned aloud. I have read of such conviction in early American history during times like the two Great Awakenings, but I had never anticipated experiencing it firsthand." But the Lord is not simply calling out huge numbers of native workers. God is at work saving people in numbers we never before dreamed possible. People are coming to Christ all across Asia at an accelerated rate wherever salvation is being proclaimed. In some areas__like India, Malaysia, Myanmar and Thailand__it is not uncommon now for the Christian community to grow as much in only one month as it formerly did in a whole year. 

#  4  > Reports of mass conversion and church growth are being underplayed in the Western press. The exciting truth about God's working in Asia has yet to be told, partly because the press has limited access. Except in a few countries, like Korea and the Philippines, the real story is not getting out. Typical of the many native missionary movements that have sprung up overnight is the work of a brother from South India__a former military officer who gave up a commission and army career to help start a Gospel team in North India. He now leads more than 400 full-time missionaries. Like other native mission leaders, he has discipled 10 "Timothys" who are directing the work in almost military precision. Each of them in turn will be able to lead dozens of additional workers who will have their own disciples.

#  5  > With his wife he set an apostolic pattern for their workers similar to that of the apostle Paul. On one evangelistic tour that lasted 53 days, he and his family traveled by bullock cart and foot into some of the most backward areas of the tribal districts of Orissa state. There, working in the intense heat among people whose lifestyle is so primitive that it can be described only as animalistic, he saw hundreds converted. Throughtout the journey, demons were cast out and miraculous physical healings took place daily. Thousands of the tribals__who were enslaved to idols and spirit-worship__heard the Gospel eagerly.

#  6  > In just one month, he formed 15 groups of converts into new churches and assigned native missionaries to stay behind and build them up in the faith. Similar miraculous movements are starting in almost every state of India and throughout other nations of Asia. Native missionary Jesu Das was horrified when he first visited one village and found no believers there. The people were all worshipping hundreds of different gods, and four priests controlled them through their witchcraft.
#  7  > Stories were told of how these priests could kill people's cattle with witchcraftand destroy their crops. People were suddenly taken ill and died without explanation. The destruction and bondage the villagers were living in are hard to imagine. Scars, decay and death marked their faces, because they were totally controlled by the powers of darkness. When Jesu Das told them about Christ, it was the first time they ever heard of a God who did not require sacrifices and offerings to appease His anger. As Jesu Das continued to preach in the marketplace, many people came to know the Lord.
#  8  > But the priests were outraged. They warned Jesu Das that if he did not leave the village, they would call on the gods to kill him, his wife and their children. Jesu Das did not leave. He continued to preach, and villagers continued to be saved. Finally, after a few weeks, the witch dorctors came to Jesu Das and asked him the secret of his power.
"This is the first time our power did not work," they told him. "After doing the pujas, we asked the spirits to go and kill your family. But the spirits came back and told us they could not approach you or your family because you were always surrounded by fire. Then we called more powerful spirits to come after you__but they too returned, saying not only were you surrounded by fire, but angels were also around you all the time."
#  9  > Jesu Das told them about Christ. The Holy Spirit convicted each of them of their sin of following demons and of the judgment to come. With tears, they repented and received Jesus Christ as Lord. As a result, hundreds of other villagers were set free from sin and bondage. Through an indigenous organization in Thailand, were more than 200 native missionaries are doing pioneer village evangelism, one group personally shared their faith with 10,463 people in two months. Of these, 171 gave their lives to Christ, and six new churches were formed. More than 1,000 came to Christ in the same reporting period. Remember, this great harvest is happening in a Buddhist nation that never has seen such results. 
 #  10  > Docmented reports like these come to us daily from native teams in almost every Asian nation. But I am convinced these are only the first few drops of revival rain. In order to make the necessary impact, we must send out hundreds of thousands more workers. We are no longer praying for the proverbial "showers of blessings." Instead I am believing God for virtual thunderstorms of blessngs in the days ahead. How I became a part of this astonishing spiritual renewal in Asia is what this book is all about. And it all began with the prayers of a simple village mother.