When night falls, we all hope for a great morning. Our greatest prayer before God is always to see a beautiful day and the fulfilment of his plans for us. In excitement, our bodies rest waiting for a glorious morning. This is how we live and that’s how want to live. As usual whenever I knew it’s my turn to lead worship at my local Church, my last night was always a night to engage spiritually for a great day. Like any other minister, my prayer was not only bringing true worship before God but also leave a spiritual impact in someone’s life not to just lead them in songs. Having had a smooth pre-recording with the rest of the team a week before, I was so much expectant and ready to witness what God was yet to do during the in-person service. The distance from my residence was quite long that’s why I requested brother Tito (save name) to host me for a night to be able to catchup with time given that he stayed nearer to the Church. As a fellow minister at the same Church, we took ample time together dedicating the day to the Lord. However, during our sharing, we so much were concerned with soul winning. We prayed that people would receive Christ as their Lord and savior and I remember telling him how my desire was if and only if one soul would be won to the kingdom at least. We carried on this burden during our prayer time among other issues that we needed to pray for and took a rest.
A visiting traveler on a night bus only had a brochure about the place. as soon as it was dawn, he had the bus conductor calling for those who stopped at destination Y to get off the bus. To his surprise, the place looked not so much similar to his expectation but in simple faith, he could understand this wasn’t usual but new adventure. Waking up seeing a rainy Sunday morning was far away from my expectation of ‘this is the day that the Lord has made’ but I remembered how everything happens in His will and for our good and calmed down. From my previous experience with such a morning, I knew I again would speak to the rain and it would calm down since I believed by faith that mountains were still being moved. After praying and speaking to the rain, I went ahead with my preparation only to find out that the rain was instead increasing. Without fear I started moving while praying and indeed it’s like rain that morning was programmed according to the steps of my movement. The more steps I made, the increase in the amount of rain until I reached Church. We started the morning service ten minutes later than usual due to the weather and the attendance was almost a quarter of the usual one. Hoping by the time the second service starts maybe we would have seen change, the event was just repeating itself such that even for the second service, the attendance was just as that of the first service. I wasn’t so much concerned with how many people would attend service but I was so much concerned with soul winning as I had earlier prayed in the night. I knew on such a day; it was very hard for ‘ordinary Christians’ (lack of a better word) to go to Church. They always have extra reasons of “it rained so heavily that I couldn’t attend prayers”.
Our God is a great God and his plans are higher than ours. When we see a red sea, he sees a way and where we see a desert, he sees a fresh brook. I remember having argued to my friend how sometimes we get excited with the large numbers of people on a Sunday morning but at times most of these have never received Christ Jesus. Hmmmn! God heard my prayer and indeed brought small numbers. Our Church is located in the University and on a particular Sunday, we record an average of 1,300. This Sunday, the attendance was very low as compared to the usual one. What surprised me most is that on a cold rainy Sunday morning such as it was, I encountered an experienced a miraculous event when a young man Lazo (save name) who had never gone to Church from his childhood came to Church that morning. He was a total orphan who didn’t believe in Christ but that Saturday night, he got a conviction to attend Church that morning. He didn’t respect the rain like other ‘ordinary Christians’ do but moved because he strongly wanted to come to Church. After the worship session, he gave his testimony before the preacher and you can’t imagine how much joy was in the house of the Lord that morning. I remember how one of the songs on my list had a verse with the words “who makes the orphan, a son and daughter… the king of glory, the King above all kings” and how we spent our night time praying for souls to come to the Lord. Tears of joy rolled down my cheek imagining how amazing our God is that he incredibly works in ways we can never imagine. Another sister at the end of the service shared with me how she also had a burden to pray for souls during her prayer time that Saturday night. “Why did I worry surely about this day? Why did I have to mind yet I had surrendered this day to the Lord?” these questions and many more others kept on my mind that entire day. It was Sunday 25th April 2021 when I encountered this great experience at S. Kakumba Chapel, Kyambogo University, Kampala. I proved this truth that when we pray, God hears and answers our prayers. The way he answers may never be the way we think but the truth is, He will answer. This day has and will always be a day for me to remember.