We
arrived at Ganah’s apartment and found the three pastors waiting for us. Nine
of us crowded into Ganah’s small living room and started the “quiet time.” They
began by singing some praise songs in Mongolian. Some of them we recognized.
Then we had a brief time of prayer, each person praying out loud, but softly. Then,
the main pastor spoke to me through the interpreter and said, “We have been
meditating on the parables in Matthew 13. Please share with us your thoughts on
their meaning.”
I
began by explaining the Greek word for parable, which means to throw down along
side of something. The parables were simple stories with the eternal truth of
God for anyone who was hungry for a word from God. Jesus said that He taught in
parables so that those who had a hunger for God’s word would want more and
those who did not would only talk about what a nice story it was. Then I began
sharing the eternal truth found in each story.
About
15 minutes into the lesson, I noticed that Terry Taylor, who was sitting next
to me with the door between us, had put his head down and was silently weeping.
I did not know what was wrong, but kept going. After a few minutes he lifted
his head back up and others began to ask questions and to respond to the lesson
I was teaching.
After
about 45 minutes of questions and discussions we sang and prayed again and
concluded our “quiet time” together. Then the pastor of the main church in
Choibalsan spoke to me again through the interpreter and said, “We would like
for you to come and teach our church leaders, tomorrow if possible. And we want
your team to conduct the service today at our church after we go out into the
community and invite anyone who may be interested in knowing about Jesus
Christ.” We accepted their gracious offer.
The
pastors left and Pastor Amara, the Mongolian pastor on our team, said that what
happened was very unusual. He said usually the Mongolians take much longer to
trust outsiders. Terry spoke up and said, “I will tell you what happened. About
10 minutes into the lesson, suddenly, I felt the Holy Spirit fill the room and
unite our hearts with theirs. I do not know of any other way to describe it
except the Lord united us together with them. I was overcome by it and began to
weep.” It was a wonderful experience that God gave to Terry and to us with
them.
That
afternoon about 25 of the church members met at the church, divided up into
teams of two or three, and went out into the community to invite people to the
service we were planning. About 4:30 PM the praise band (about 5 young people
from the church) began to play and the teams started coming back, along with
the people. By 5 there were about 50 people in the room, by 5:30 about 75. By
the time Pastor Amara began to preach the room was filled to the back with
about 100 people, 70 or more from the community.
After
Pastor Amara spoke, I shared the gospel, then others from our team spoke sharing
testimonies and Scriptures. David Beckett was the last to share. When he
concluded it was about 7 PM. Everyone was still there. He asked for the pastors
to come forward. About nine of us spread out across the front of the church.
Then he invited anyone who wanted to receive Christ or to ask for prayer to
come forward and speak to one of the pastors. Before the youth praise band
could start playing, the people started coming forward and for the next 30
minutes we ministered to people one by one. Many of them came in tears.
None
of the ones that came to me could speak English and I did not have an
interpreter. They would look at me and speak in Mongolian. I did not have a
clue what they were saying. I would say to them, “I don’t know what you just
said, but God understood it and I am going to pray for you to be saved, or
healed, or whatever the need may be in your life, to be fully met by Jesus
Christ.” Then I would begin praying and they would too. What a time we had. The
whole front of the church was full. Each of us pastors were praying and
ministering to people.
Finally
everyone was seated again and started singing. Our team left to go back to the
hotel about 7:45, but they stayed. We learned the next day, that they stayed
and sang for some time after we left.
The next
morning, Sunday, we met with the church leaders early and taught from the New
Testament words for “servant,” from the Greek. The Mongolians have a gift for
learning different languages and they loved the Greek word studies. We
connected. I felt the Spirit and revival just like I have in Uganda and in
Indonesia. By the time church started the place was full again and with the
Spirit of excitement and revival.
Our
team left the church at noon to get catch the Mission Aviation Fellowship plane
that was to pick us up at 2. Their church service was still in full swing when
we left. They were having revival and we were grateful that God had allowed us
to get in on it with them. What a time we had in Choibalsan. Next blog; the
flight in the Mission Aviation Fellowship plane to the camp with the training
for the pastors of the “remote” churches in eastern Mongolia.