RETURNING TO A HARVEST FIELD
It was in 1984 that we last preached the Gospel in Zimbabwe Harare, the Big tent was gone ripped to shreds by the wind in Cape town,
‘…Suddenly, at 4 a.m, they were awakened by the sound of ripping fabric…The damage they were seeing seemed supernatural, as if evil demonic forces in the wind were violently attacking the structure…only a few strands of fabric remained…’
But God had been in control in Cape town,
‘…75,000 filled the field…the tent had never been big enough to hold the crowd God intended to attract…29,000 conversions to Christ…pastors were kept busy for weeks baptizing new believers. Hallelujah!...’
And in Harare God continued to move in power,
‘…Without the big tent we were forced to hold open-air meetings again in Rufaro Stadium…an elderly lady came forward for prayer. She was blind and walked with great difficulty. When hands were laid on her she felt sudden warmth and then blinked her eyes. She thought she saw stars in the distance. Suddenly they grew into our stadium lights. She could see clearly! I could not keep that lady from rushing me on the platform and demanding to tell the people what had happened to her. It electrified the crowd…’
‘…On the final weekend a fine drizzle began that turned into a downpour…But out of the rain a chant began to come to my ears: “We want the gospel.” Over and over they repeated it. This sound in my ears could not be ignored. The lesson of Uganda came to mind. If these people were that hungry to hear another sermon, I was going to deliver it. I preached a message on the baptism of the Holy Spirit. Many received the gift that night and spoke in tongues in the pouring rain. It was a sound like I have never heard. Pouring rain that could not drown the fire of the Holy Spirit…’
On that campaign we saw 31,000 decisions for Christ, making 1984 at that time the greatest year of harvest we had seen, the Kingdom had grown by 150,000 souls in total that year. Our God is an awesome God!