April 2, 2017
Last week, going in to the prison was such a special experience. As we prepared for worship, the chaplain came in the room and said “Listen up. We’ve been praying and God finally answered. You have permission to stand up during worship from now on. So stand up and give the Lord some praise.”
The lady sitting next to me broke down in tears. “I’ve been here for 20 years and I’ve never been allowed to stand up to worship my God during church. And now my God came through!! That’s My God!! That’s My God!!”
We all cried together and worship was powerful. I was on the front row and I kept trying to look behind to see the worshippers. All these women, broken, looking for healing. Hands raised, tears flowing down their faces. Their voices were loud as we sang, and it was such an intimate moment that I got to spend with them.
We’re still praying that they are allowed to come to the front for the alter call. Right now, they are only allowed to raise their hands if they want to receive Jesus. Changes are happening behind those walls. Women are finding Jesus and finding wholeness.