At this present time my mission field is the Department of Psychiatry at the hospital. I am rebelling against modern medicine and am being medicated against my will.
I am also a judgemental person and I am judging whether people are worthy to receive the message I bring or not. I have brothers and sisters, I have my family according to the flesh and according to love, I have friends and I have allies. I also have many enemies.
I want to tell you a little of those I still hold out hope for. I will endeavour to do so in this post over the course of this evening of writing.
JH is my main love amongst the men here who are patients. He has met with me twice in the spiritual room in which we shared a little of our spiritual journeys and I shared two Scripture passages with – first Psalm 5 and second 1 Corinthians 13.
He has rejected me since as a “loony” and a madman. I still hold out hope. Tonight I advised him to read Psalm 23.
A man with anger in his heart and one who gives me far more honour than I’m due. Yet a man of honour and respect. He has done me a great kindness in defending me against a false prophet who was attacking me physically.
He needs prayer, as do I, for He tries to give honour to men rather than to the Lord.
A Muslim. Please pray for him. He is an honourable, physically sick man of faith held in detention where very few understand his faith in God, the One he names as Allah.
He struggles with anger. Please pray that the Lord will have great mercy.
A young man. Fearful to approach me and one I feared to approach.
He was fearful he was beyond salvation due to his failed attempts to follow Christ in the past.
I spoke to him tonight. He confessed to God and cried for mercy. I said Amen.
Please pray especially for him, brothers and sisters.
I will attempt to tell a little of the stories of the women shortly, yet the night is not a good time for me to relate about them.