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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Predicament (03/01/12)

By Henrietta W. Romman




Psalm 27: 1-2 (KJV )
“The Lord is my light and my salvation, whom shall I fear? The Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid? When the wicked, even mine enemies and my foes, came upon me to eat up my flesh, they stumbled and fell.”

Psalm 27 : 7-8
“Hear, O Lord, when I cry with my voice: have mercy also upon me, and answer me.
When thou saidst, Seek ye my face: my heart said unto thee, Thy face, Lord, will I seek.”

The date? February 11-1970 .
The place? Our home in Khartoum , the capital of the Sudan in East Africa.

There, my husband and I and our three children lived most of our life. In 1993, the Lord’s will brought us here to the USA to start a new life because of the persecution of Christians which was all around us.

I was in the middle of my mid-day meditation on that same day, when the door bell rang
announcing the arrival of Athena our Greek neighbor who lived across the street. I greeted her warmly; offering her a seat, I suggested a drink of water or juice according to our African custom because of the sweltering heat.

Athena curtly refused and begged me to go back with her to pray for Costa, her sick teenage son, who was suffering from a bout of depression for the past few months.
“Perhaps he will be truly comforted if you pray for him.”

I welcomed the fact, silently thanking the Lord for this open door. It was known for quite a time that our family serves the Lord also in praying for people’s needs in our area.
Leaving my quiet time I took my Bible and accompanied my unhappy, pale-faced visitor back to her home.

I found Costa seated comfortably in their family room. As I greeted him, a hidden premonition filled my heart.

As that youth eyed me from head to toes, I suddenly felt that my spirit was as empty as a dried –up and abandoned well; in my agitation I inwardly cried out to the Lord for help.
“O Lord how shall I pray…O Jesus please help me…your child on this strange mission.”
This seemed utterly complicated while, in my close walk with our Father, I had been diligently studying the Word day and night. So I addressed the young man saying courageously,
“Dear Costa I am here to pray for you. May I do so?” I said as I smiled and extended my right hand in a motherly greeting.

“Yes! Pray for me ,” was his curt answer.
I closed my eyes, searched desperately to remember old prayers for healing or to recite other prayers from the past; but to my dismay there were none.

Finally my mind recalled an empty, flat , ritual for help and healing from one of the meetings…so I recited it as warmly as I could…then we all said Amen and I left.

After going through this unrewarding experience, I ran back home as fast as my feet allowed me, as if a vast army of skeletons was pursuing me. I ran up the stairs to my bedroom, knelt down by our big bed silent before the Lord. In complete brokenness
with flowing hot tears of hurt shame and frustration , I felt defeated and humiliated.

I began saying aloud; “Father Lord, I …Your child was a terrible failure to day. I know that it was Your will for me to go and pray for Costa . Your Word says, that to be able to do Your work—I need the baptism in the Holy Spirit. Lord I need this power even now.”

I resumed my plea, “Father please do not send me anywhere without equipping me with power for Your service”.
There and then, the great power of God was upon me with His overpowering fullness.
I was totally thrown down in a kneeling position . The Holy Spirit filled that room .The mighty Presence of the Lord was overwhelming. I felt His unequal strength and light around me ---for what seemed an Eternity.

Faithfully enough my Savior kept His Bible promise …He instantly blessed me with my new prayer language for His glory. The newborn joy in the Lord was now complete in my life.

One of the rules of the Mission Church where we worshipped back in Africa was this:
“In this church there must not be any teaching about the Fullness and Baptism of the Holy Spirit ”
And at those strange times…everyone said…Amen.

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Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 03/08/12
This is an interesting story. I read it with a deep desire to learn more about these characters.

I must admit I did get a tad lost in the transition from the MC being excited to pray to suddenly becoming fearful. I suspect this is because of ignorance on my part.

The ending was beautiful. You made a great point with the line --“In this church there must not be any teaching about the Fullness and Baptism of the Holy Spirit ”
And at those strange times…everyone said…Amen.
I don't think I will ever understand that. I know I live in an isolated little safe world but that last line broke my heart. Great job with a fresh take on the topic.
C D Swanson 03/08/12
This elicited all kinds of emotions within my soul. A fine job with this...thank you.

God Bless~
Sherrie Coronas03/08/12
When we are weakest, the Lord's power can come upon us. This was a powerful story.
Hiram Claudio03/09/12
This was a wonderful story and reminded me of the many short mission journeys I have taken. I like your willingness to be used by Him even when feeling ill-equipped. I have found often times that the so-called "unrewarding" experiences are the ones that produce the most long term fruit in me - for they strengthen my reliance on Him and His power alone. Well done!
Amanda Brogan03/12/12
I could totally relate to this story because I too have experienced the confusion that comes when you have heard God's voice so clearly before, and then suddenly you wonder why you can't discern it anymore. Very frustrating for a believer! I appreciated the hope with which you ended the story, telling of how the Lord answered your prayer and filled you with His Spirit.

Thanks for this encouraging entry!
Theresa Santy 03/13/12
I enjoyed consuming this powerful story. I felt the emotions, throughout the piece.

"There, my husband and I and our three children lived most of our life. In 1993, the Lord’s will brought us here to the USA to start a new life because of the persecution of Christians which was all around us."

This paragraph broke the flow and made my head spin a little. Might have been better placed at or toward the end, or left out.

And regarding the end. I'm not sure what "N.B." stands for, but this looks like a footnote? Interesting note, but it lead to more questions for me, like how did you get from "must not teach on the Fullness and Baptism of the Holy Spirit" to actually experiencing this phenomenon? As a suggestion, I would have either left it out, or wove it into the story and expanded on it.

Anyway, the meat of the story is fantastic. Incredible. Beautiful. I loved it.
Leola Ogle 03/13/12
This story made me reflect on many things: the persecution of Christians in other countries and how much we take our freedom for granted in America, the yearning of many for the presence and empowering of the Holy Spirit, the battle of those who struggle with depression (as Costa), the desire of a mother for help for her child, and the longing to be used of God. Thanks for sharing this poignant story. God bless!
Edmond Ng 03/13/12
It is hard to imagine how we can serve God to the fullest without the pouring of the Holy Spirit on us. Just as the Lord had promised in John 14:26 and Acts 1:8, let us receive His power by the infilling and regeneration of the Holy Spirit.

This is a powerfully written piece that puts across a very clear message. Thanks for sharing this. God bless.