The Sound of Revival!
My first ever trip to Africa was life changing. I visited South Africa for two weeks. My host, a man called John, gave me an eye-opening missions trip. I ministered at his church in the suburbs of Johannesburg, a church that John G Lake had planted almost a hundred years before, and we visited the villages of the northern Transvaal (now known as Limpopo and Pretoria). One of the most notable meetings was held in a marquee on a calm day. It was a hot day, and there was no wind to help clear the hot air from inside of the tent, until a lady in her seventees stood up to tell of her story of becoming a follower of Jesus. (I have this interview on video somewhere). As soon as this former Witch Doctor took the mic, a wind blew into the tent and swirled around, it was blowing the tent walls outward. I turned to John, because I knew it had to do with her testimony, and John simply said, "Yes, that is an angel" (we had talked about angels a lot before this). My eyes grew wider,...