The Longest Journey

Without a doubt, this Journey of Compassion is the biggest adventure we have ever had. Yesterday the team traveled for 5 hours in each direction in order to reach a very remote village (barunguay) that was only accessible by river boat—only a few times in my life have I been in such an isolated community. We traveled for 3 hours in the back of army trucks, then two hours on the river. The village only had 150 residents, but the word had got out that we were coming, so people came from other settlements up and down the river. Again we were accompanied by soldiers all the way. Besides treating the people medically, there were once again many healings and salvations. One of our nurses prayed for a man with TB who had great breathing difficulties. After prayer, he felt God move in him and suddenly for the first time in a long while he was able to breathe deeply and with no difficulty. He left the clinic very excited. We got back 16 hours after first leaving at 5 a.m.—very tired, but happy. As we have reached the halfway point of this Journey, we have been able to provide medical treatment to over 1,000 people.

This morning the team preached and ministered in 8 different churches around Butuan City. We have been received so warmly wherever we have gone. The team is just coming back as I write this, reporting healing, impartation and activation.

Tomorrow we fly north to Manila (which just experienced their first tornado in living memory). We will be ministering for three days in Payatas, a slum situated in a garbage dump with over 120,000 people