After attending the opening session of The Wheels of Fire Conference in Kampala, Uganda on Sunday, May 26th, I went to bed filled with the Holy Spirit, to the extent that I could not sleep. At 10 minutes past midnight I prayed to the Lord for sleep, in preparation for the message I needed to deliver the next day, and within a few minutes, I was asleep.
Less than three hours later, at 3:00 a.m. exactly, the Holy Spirit woke me. I was reminded of a teaching session from March this year by Ugandan Pastor Robert Ssengga, during which I was asked to prophesy over a number of people. As I stepped in front of one particular lady, I felt a pain/discomfort right across my upper chest, from shoulder to shoulder. I told her immediately what I felt, and she said, “That’s what I suffer from….,” and then went on to tell me the medical name of her condition.
As I lay in bed in the dark, the Holy Spirit began to minister to me. I came to and understanding that the only way I could have felt and shared the pain/discomfort of that lady, was because the same Holy Spirit which dwells within me, dwells within her also.
Then I began to cry and to shake and to convulse with the growing awareness of what the Holy Spirit was leading me to. I recognised that if the Holy Spirit can let me feel her pain, then Jesus too, feels her pain.
As understanding sank into me, I convulsed uncontrollably and tears just flowed.
Then I heard the Lord say to me, “Can you imagine what it feels like, to feel the pain of every man, woman and child in the world?”
He continued, “All 3.5 billion of them?”
I could not.
The Lord went on, “Can you imagine what it is like to feel their pain? Can you image what it is like to hold their pain?”
By now I too was in real pain, as my stomach muscles contracted in uncontrollable spasms.
The Lord continued, “I can feel the pain of my Church. I can feel the pain of my Bride.”
By 8:00 a.m. I was able to put my feet on the floor and get out of bed – but not talk. By then, the Lord had given me a new Word of His for that evening’s Conference, and I did my best to pass on. I had to change the order of the message though, or I could never have delivered it. Even so, I choked with emotion as I struggled to get the words out, slowly, one by one.
It has taken me more than a week to be able to share this testimony without choking up emotionally. Last night again, I didn’t sleep either, as the Lord prepared me to write it out for public sharing today.
Brothers and sisters, we are told that the Lord took the pain of our sins on Himself at Calvary . He also suffers and carries our pain today – the individual pains of each single one of us. Can you imagine that?
That was the message I believe I was sent to Uganda to deliver; it was not a message of a teaching, but one of a testimony. The experience gave new meaning and understanding to the Revelation 12:11 description of the martyrs as “they overcame him, because of the blood of the Lamb, and because of the word of their testimony.”
I am still trying to come to terms with all that which the Lord shared with me during the early hours of Monday, May 27th. I pray that the Lord will be able to share that same message with you, here and now, in spite of my inadequate presentation here.
Blessings in Christ,