Saturday, July 31, 2010

Freedom Found


She waited around long after the service. She waited.

We noticed her as she quietly walked toward the man of God to talk. She talked.


Her story was quick but she left out no details.


A child of the traditional worship of West Africa. Fetish worship, or as we understand it, Voodoo.

It is a worship of the elements. A trust in the curse, a belief in a doctor who can not heal but can curse and hold back curses. Or so they believe. A trust in a Witch Doctor.


Her mother had been converted to Christ and the family objected. The Bible was kept in a solitary place in their mud shanty possibly hidden among the few articles of clothing that she owned.


She came to talk and she did.


The curse had come to the home. Once a good student, school had become difficult, she explained.

Confusion and fear had entered the home.


She came to talk and to ask for prayer against the dark world of West Africa.


Ginny held her hand as we began to pray for protection and to send back the curse from where it came. The twelve year old girl had found herself in the presence of God where the curse was possibly broken and love was replaced.


The last to go, the last to leave. She waited, she talked, we prayed.


Please pray for the innocence lost in a generation turned over to the religions of tradition. “Greater is He...we know the scripture, but they need the He in them.”


Burkina Faso, July 2010