I spotted a post at In The Way that I would call noteworthy for the missional conversation, the kind of dangerous things that can happen when people are so daft as to take the Bible at face value. Now as it turns out, it seems that about 40 of these folk gathered this past Saturday March 24th in a street along a busy mall, set up a microphone, a speaker, and a banner that said “Healing.” And then they prayed for people. And wouldn’t you know it, some people get healed, and tell thier own story. Apparently there are some pretty out-there missional charismatics roaming about in the wild. Perhaps they are the wild.
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I have friends who have done this locally a couple of times, and now are making plans to travel to the big hippie music fest in Nelson this summer and do it again. It’s the Canadian version of “burning man” with about 15000 people gathering in the wilderness to party for three days…
I long to see this throughout the church and in the streets. I had a Pastor once who was more Prophet than pastor. God clearly revealed things to him in powerful ways.
Fry Street is a short street in Denton with a pretty eclectic group of people haning out, street kids, witches, pagens, etc. He and an evangelist that was visiting decided to go to Fry street to do “outreach.” The Pastor knew that I was interested in evangelism so invited me to pick them up and take them over to Fry street.
One of the leaders of a witches coven challenged him. She showed him a locket and said since he claimed to be a “man of God” he should be able to tell her how she got it.
It was a classic Elijah and the Prophets of Baal set up. My Pastor was able to tell her how she got it, described the person that gave it to her, the car the person was driving and where it happened. This lady was seriously taken aback. She went around warning her group not to mess with my Pastor. Well to make a long story short, this little demonstration resulted in several people coming to Christ for the first time.
God is a supernatural God and we have to let him be supernatural. The sad part of this though, is as long as I knew him, this was the only time my Pastor operated in his gifts outside the four walls of the church.
There was one other example of God’s supernatural move on the streets as well. I was part of the street ministry of a mega church. We usually did our outreaches in Deep Ellum, at concerts, and the West End in Dallas.
We decided to go do an outreach one Friday night in the Cedar Springs area of Dallas. That’s the general hangout of the gay community. The reason we decided to go to that area was essentially because we hadn’t done ministry there before, and there were lots of people down their on Friday nights and it was during a time when Deep Ellum was kind of dead.
Well the folks down there were sure we were “targeting” them because they were gay. While we knew most would be gay. We prayed a great deal before to make sure our hearts were right on this. This wasn’t about going and challenging the gays. It was about trying to introduce people to Jesus. They didn’t see it that way at all.
One young man was especially hateful towards us. He went on a tirade putting us down, Jesus down, our faith down. We couldn’t engage him in conversation. He wanted to shout at us. The crowd really got in behind him.
Finally when the man took a pause for a breath, my friend and mentor Nelson looked at him with a lot of sadness and asked him “How old was he when he was raped?” That shocked the man. He tried to start up again, but he’d lost his punch and my friend persisted. “I’ve listened to you, now please tell me – how old were you when you were raped.” The man became like a little child “five.” he responded
We spent the rest of the time ministering to him and God seemed to be healing his heart. He didn’t accept Christ at that moment, but admitted his mom had been praying for him and agreed to be open to Jesus. We of course prayed that Jesus would powerfully reveal himself to this young man.
That’s what God’s gifts are for. Reaching out and touching people as Jesus touched people.