Fantastic weekend, and it’s not over yet
This week was spent preparing for, then being at, my church’s annual Leadership Summit.
The Summit is where the leaders of various ministries of our church get together with leaders from churches worldwide with whom we have ministry connection. This year, there were people from Japan, S. Korea, Zambia, Northern Ireland, Scotland, Mexico, Canada, an American who primarily works in Israel, plus people from our own church, and a couple of churches from elsewhere in the U.S. There were 55 people total. Different from most churches, my church doesn’t really have international “missions” work; we have apostolic work. Meaning, we work with indigenous pastors and church leaders to equip them as leaders of their own people — both in the dynamics of leadership itself, in prayer/healing ministry, in worship, and so on.
Even if I wrote thousands of words, I would not be able to adequately express what a profound 48 hours it was.
It is always amazing to hear and see the effect of our church’s ministry on other nations, and how lives, churches, and even whole communities become completely transformed by the power of God.
It is always indescribably precious to learn the life stories of each person there — both meeting people new to the event, and catching up with folks with whom I’ve spent time before.
Plus, it’s just cool to get away from it all, so to speak.
Worship (both planned and spontaneous, both “regular” and prophetic)… teaching… testimony… and (I’m shaking my head; there just aren’t words) deep, profoundly moving, joyful, tearful, ecstatic ministry from the Holy Spirit…
Probably the absolute COOLEST thing was one of the ladies from Japan, who has one of the most amazing testimonies, prayed for each one of us, just listening to the Holy Spirit, with her eyes closed the whole time, sometimes just praying the love of God over us, and sometimes “reading our mail.” (That’s what we call it when prophetic ministry is so specifically insightful that it’s like the person has read our own personal journal or mail.) She had such deep humility it just broke us before she even started praying. Tears and Kleenex were just flowing. Some were leveled to the floor with the power of the Holy Spirit.
Martin’s mother stayed with our four oldest children, here at home. We took baby Fiala, who is now three months old, along with us. She was angelic. The big meeting room had a loft area where she took her naps, and where I usually went to feed her. It worked out perfectly.
We didn’t get much sleep — going to bed at midnight or later, and waking around 6:30… but it was worth it.
Tomorrow morning, Sunday, is our “International Sunday.” It’s a celebration, with a blowout worship service the likes of which you may have never participated in. We’ll have a couple of bagpipe players (accompanied by that special drum… can’t remember its name… a snare of some sort… Cadence? Can’t remember.); a fiddle player; another guy who plays fiddle, mandolin, and a few other instruments; a saxophonist; plus our regular worship team (my husband leads on acoustic guitar, three backup vocalists, a keyboardist, electric guitar, drums and percussion). It’ll likely go for an hour. At least. Oh, my, I am so looking forward to tomorrow morning. Excitement, expectation at what God will do, the joy of just worshiping together, the fantastic music, the dynamic of the nations being together… It will be wonderful, absolutely wonderful.
Then, at night, we’ll have a special sit-down dinner, then they’ll clear the tables and we’ll hear from our international friends, then more worship, then what’s called a prophetic presbytery, where various people from the nations who have prophetic giftings (most of ’em do!) spread across the front, then the congregation lines up in front of whomever they want to minister to them…
I wish it wasn’t Superbowl Sunday, as I will miss almost all of the game, in which the Cardinals are playing for the first time ever. From what I understand, we were scheduled for the retreat center for last weekend, and we got bumped to this weekend. Oh, well. Tomorrow night is not to be missed; it’ll be amazing.