Luke 1:37 For with God nothing will be impossible.

We can only say that with God everything is possible. All odds seemed to be against us, but little did we know that every impossible situation was a miracle in the making.

We left Impfondo rejoicing that we had found a boat to transport all the equipment and follow-up books back to Brazzaville, but little did we know that the boat would soon breakdown and leave us stranded for weeks. Eventually, we found another boat, but then we had to arrange for labourers to transfer the equipment onto this boat. Labour requires wages, and that would have involved two boat journeys, an air-flight, and the best part of one week’s travelling time!

But God did it by touching the heart of a high ranking colonel. This officer hired the labour, and supervised the transfer of our goods as an offering to the Lord. Hallelujah, we were back on schedule – well, almost back on schedule. There was one slight hitch; the boat did not have enough room to carry our Land Cruiser and generator.
Several days later, all the equipment arrived in Brazzaville late one Friday night. We were told that no work would be done over the weekend. Therefore, we made arrangements to load and transport the equipment on Monday, and drive it to Dolisi.
Early on Saturday morning, one of our team received a phone call. “We are unloading now. You had better come quickly, or all your equipment will be stolen. You cannot leave it in the port. It must be removed today!”

More transport arrangements were made, but when the drivers saw the amount of equipment, they refused to carry the goods, saying that they were far too heavy. It was another blow to our plans, but as we needed to move fast and get the equipment out of the port and in a safe place, Bernadette hired even larger trucks. However, these were intercepted on their way to the port and their drivers were told by the previous truck drivers that the loads were too heavy. In actual fact, it was nothing to do with the weight of the equipment, it was all to do with fact that they knew that we were desperate for time, and wanted to hike up the cost.
Five sets of trucks later, we found someone who would do the job! A soldier told us of a ‘safe place’ in which to store the equipment over night.
The team, by now quite exhausted, finally offloaded the equipment at the agreed place, and were just covering the last pieces, when a group of people arrived and demanded payment for using their land. Unfortunately, the man who gave us authorisation had gone! Therefore, we had to agree on an amount and pay, there was no other way; but the group did assure us that everything would be safe. We later learnt that we had walked right into the lions den, as the compound reputedly belonged to the biggest gang of thieves in Brazzaville! No petty thieves dared touch our equipment, as they thought it was already under the control of the main gang, and so we lost nothing!

The next day (Sunday), our main task was to get some trucks again. It seemed impossible, as the drivers were reluctant to head south saying it was rebel-held area, and too dangerous. Bernadette, who had now been given the name “Iron Lady” by all the officials, went to the train station to see if we could get the equipment on the train. We had previously been told, in no uncertain terms, that they would not be able to carry it, but now, they agreed there was space. There was only one problem – they closed at noon, and it was now past 10am. “No problem”, said Bernadette, “Wait for us; we will be back soon”. Well, that is what she thought. This time the truck drivers were determined that they would make a small fortune out of us.
Again, the Lord blessed our endeavours, as we found an out-of-town truck offloading wood at a depot. We commissioned the truck, and returned to the station, only to find that it had closed! The man at the gate told us to come back on Monday. We were not prepared to wait until the next morning, so the ‘Iron Lady’ telephoned the stationmaster at his home. He agreed to come back, and, as a blessing to us, he also brought all his staff! The train was finally loaded, and we were ready to go.

On Monday morning, the team, together with literally thousands of others, boarded the train. A soldier sat next to us, and told us that as we were going to pass through rebel-held territory, rebels would board the train and demand money to ensure that the luggage remained safe! As evening approached, we heard gunmen running on the train roof, and a gangster moved from coach to coach collecting money from every passenger. As the night went by, this gangster kept returning to our coach and stared at us. Eventually, he sat down next to Bernadette and said, “I’ve been doing this since I was 14 and now I am 24. I have done such bad things. I just want to get my life right. Will you pray for me?” “No!” Bernadette said. “God does not want to hear my prayer; He wants to hear your prayer”. Amazed, he exclaimed, “You mean God can hear me?” Bernadette preached a short Gospel message to him, and he literally got down on his knees and prayed the prayer of salvation! At the next station, he got off the train, and bought peanuts and bananas for our team. He said, “Madam, I have no mommy; will you be my mommy?” “Yes”, Bernadette said, and took off her yellow cap. “Take this to remember me, and phone me to make contact”. Moved to tears, he left the train.
Please pray for this young man to make contact.

The meetings in the town centre were wonderful. One phrase that we heard over and over was – “This is what Dolisi needs to hear – the Gospel like this”. Nothing matches the Gospel when it is preached in purity and simplicity. The results were outstanding. The week’s meetings literally doubled the number of believers in the town from 4000 to 8000!

Outstanding and unusual miracles also took place. We prayed for broken families. A lady testified how her husband had left her ten years ago, and had never made contact in all those years. But now he had called! He was very sorry, and wanted to send her money!

A man sat in his house miles away yet hearing every word on the radio. As he was listening to the Gospel, he prepared all his witchcraft items, and was ready to do his incantation, when suddenly, a voice came to him, “Are you going to continue with this after hearing what you have just heard?” He packed his items in a bag, came straight to the crusade field, and surrendered his life to Jesus. Then, he burnt all his witchcraft items.

Jesus is alive, and Dolisi saw the visible proof. The seminars were outstanding, and soon became the talk of the town. I had addressed, very specifically, several areas that the Holy Spirit had shown me. It turned out that these were the very problems that the churches were facing. The Lord truly spoke to many leaders, strengthening and building up the church.

It is with joy and encouragement that we thank each one of you for your prayers and help. Lives are being changed, and we have the tremendous privilege of being involved. Cities are being impacted by the Gospel. We are co-labourers together in the harvest.
Finally, we now get into full swing again with two Kenyan Crusades in Western Kenya