Driving to JFK Thursday afternoon my Dad and I were making great time. Until we got stopped in traffic at the George Washington Bridge. Nothing out of the ordinary. Except for the fact that the pic of the truck below was my view for the next 2 hours. Turns our 12 cars were in an accident on the upper level along with an 18-wheeler fuel truck. Incredibly, no one was hurt, but those further behind us had a 4 hour delay!
We hit a second delay in traffic in Queens (for real), and finally checked in 3 minutes before the gate closed for our flight (yeah, for real).
Our plane sat on the runway for another 3 hours and 45 minutes, just 15 minutes before the FAA mandates the Captain turn us back (which would have canceled our trip entirely).
(Yeah, for real).
Needless to say, anytime things are that crazy, I know the Lord has a reason for us going somewhere (and conversely, the enemy what’s to thwart those plans).
The meetings here at Radikal for Jesus at Ferme de Moncel in Longuyon, France have been full of the Holy Spirit’s power! We have seen dozens of people delivered, saved, and set free! And there are at least 10 nations represented, including Spain, Swtizerland, Belgium, Mexico, Canada, Italy, and Marocco. It’s in conferences like these that you truly see the Lord as God of the Nations, not just God of the US (as one of many examples). Your way of worship is not the only way of worship. Neither is mine.
Last night I was given the helm of leading the music, and it was, well, as the French say, fou. Crazy. Pastor Ricardo from Mexico preached on provoking revival (he currently holds youth conferences with between 5,000 and 18,000 youth at a time in Mexico). Needless to say, I lead worship for over 3 hours and we finished sometime around 1:00am.
Tonight I look forward to preaching at the main session on Legacy & Honor, and praying many young peoples’ lives are forever changed.
[Some of the tools of my trade.]
[My view for 2 hours over the GWB.]
[My Daddy, Peter, meeting my French Papa, Vincent.]
[Me and “my boys,” The Three Musketeers. From Right: me, Manu, Fabio.]
[My Daddy teaching a workshop on evangelism in one of the tents.]
[A glimpse from the stage during a moment of intense intercession for the nations.]