As I stood before the students to do my first teaching, my heart raced and my hands were sweating—before me were young people who had set aside a year of their lives to dig into the Word of God, to learn its precepts and to discover the riches of its power
I just arrived in Antananarivo, Madagascar, the 4th largest island in the world. This is my second visit to this country as I was here last year during an outreach after graduating from the YWAM School of Biblical Studies in Switzerland. This time, I came to teach at the same school that takes place here in Antananarivo. I will be teaching the Books of Leviticus and Numbers.
As I stood before the students to do my first teaching, my heart raced and my hands were sweating—before me were young people who had set aside a year of their lives to dig into the Word of God, to learn its precepts and to discover the riches of its power. And here I was, about to teach on the topic of holiness.
This is yet again another moment in time when what I am doing is beyond the sphere of my own abilities. Sure, I studied and I prepared, but imparting understanding of such a topic could only be achieved by the works of the Holy Spirit! So there I stood saying to myself: “Lord, here I am. I studied, and I prepared; I am here to be your mouth piece, but Lord, only you can penetrate the hearts of these young people before me; only you, Holy Spirit of God, can bring about conviction; only you can open their spiritual eyes to grasp and receive the truths found in Leviticus; only you can birth, ignite and rekindle a passion to live holy unto you.”
Wow, although this was my prayer, I was not prepared for the response that followed the first day of teachings –
As we delved into the Book of Leviticus, discovering its “hidden treasures,” the Spirit began to move in the hearts of the students; a deep awareness of sin, compromise, and being lukewarm in their faith emerged to the surface of their minds and hearts. As I ended the day in prayer, a long silence filled the air—some of the students had their eyes closed; others had their heads bowed down, and others simply stared into the air as if in wonder. I too held my silence, taken by the sight before my eyes. I dared not to speak and interrupt the spiritual surgery taking place. After a long while, one student said: We don’t want to leave here. We want more of God!
Good News from Madagascar!