We went prayer walking this past week, starting at a
church in B and walking to a church plant in A.
As we begin walking, I soon realized my eyes were not
prepared for what I would see, my heart wasn’t prepared for the break it would
feel, and my feet were not prepared to go into the streets where we went. There
are no words adequate enough to describe the brokenness that I saw and the
oppression that I felt. It was very, very dark, and the many physical and
spiritual needs of the people were obvious.
We prayed for different things as we walked—that
witchdoctors would have no power, that demons would flee, and that the Holy
Spirit would call sinners to Christ.
We were overwhelmed at the poverty—the physical and the spiritual—of those who worship spirits, Allah, and other false gods.
When
we reached the church plant in A, we went into a member’s house and began
to praise the Lord like Joshua and the Israelites did.
We want the Lord to tear down the walls of Abidjan, one
neighborhood at a time, and to rebuild it for his glory and his glory alone.
Pray for this end.
-Carley