I had come to Pakistan to finish buying freedom for 13 indentured servant/slaves. But the first night in Kasur, Pastor Shokat told me I would be preaching. I wasn’t prepared, but was willing.
I had not come Pakistan dressed to preach. One suitcase was filled to the brim with the rest of my Merferd shirts and coloring books to give out, and the second suitcase toted worn jeans, on that I had planned to work in a couple Brickyard’s to get a feel for it. That was not going to happen on THIS trip. There were gifts of large bags of M n’ Ms for my hosts. There was underware and socks filled with thousands in cash, the rest of the redemption money for the families in slavery. My hosts had to dress me up to preach.
I did not feel spiritually ready to to open my mouth and speak, for who was I to give these subjugated sacred souls something, anything. I felt less than holy, as I starred at the wall of precious subjugated Pakistan peasants. Shokat told them what I had come to do. If they had come to hear a deliverer ‘deliver’ a message, then God Himself, would have to deliver. I began to speak and don’t remember what I said. Afterwards Shokat asked me to pray for people. I was even less prepared to do that. But God took that over also.
Shokat’s daughter, Sundrella, in the red dress in the photos, led me through the audience, telling me what sicknesses and ailments different ones had. There were numerous issues; stomach ailments, back pains, hurting knees, and aching backs.
After I had prayed for the last person, Sundrella was holding an arm full of my Merferd’s T-shirts. She had gone into my suitcase and found them. She began to give them out to certain young men. They were her brothers, a couple cousins, and a couple of shokaut’s evangelists.
After spending several days with Shokaut and Rihanna and their tribe, I left Kasur and came to Okara where I spent a couple of days with Pastor Jame’s family. We visited several brick yards and prayed over families. Suzyanna reported to me after I returned to America, some good news about the healing of several we had prayed over, including a young woman with Diphtheria.
After spending an intense few days of brickyard hopping and praying with Suzyanna, her mother Parveen, Pastor James, and sons, Saraam, Shanza, and Somerose, I met up with Obaid Karamet.
We visited brickyards where Obaid ministered during the day and we preached and prayed over the sick in villages by night. A compassionate man, Naveed Tariq, set up medical camp at the brick yards we visited.
There was a day with Adeel Warris, his father and brothers and his new wife, Sonya. We drove quite a distance to a village where an entire brick yard of families came for the word and for prayer. We hope to free that yard August of 2021.
While most churches have a raised place and a pulpit, there’s something about being on the ground level with the people.
I had a chance to pray with precious ones with Tahir Younas, who brings food to the Brickyards that are laid on his heart. He has a burden for teaching the children, that they will not grow old without an education in these places of lack.
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I have been an Arborist, a keeper and pruner of trees for 45 years. "Living Tree Care". I am also an artist, creator of "Merferd and the Treetoons." I am more interested in saving people than trees, but will continue to prune, save or remove trees, so I can save people, created in the image of God. "Rescue those being led away to death; hold back those staggering toward slaughter." Proverbs 22:11
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