Brick Yard Revival / Miracles

It’s Palm Sunday, 2024, and this is an update; The greatest ‘miracle’ and revival I’m experiencing is the rate at which our Freedom School System children are learning.

Regarding physical healing miracles ; I am but one man, and in another man, a brick yard man, ( now free and on our team of leaders) I had sensed a kindred spirit, and a healing gift of the Spirit of God in him. He’s commissioned, traveling daily from Brick Yard to Brick Yard praying over every type of ailment. Many people have been cured and devils cast out. Eventually I’ll have a separate blog about the man we call our ‘Brick Yard Bishop’, Salamat Mash.

I had come to Pakistan for the first time August of 2020 to pay the ransom – buy freedom for 13 indentured families, in debt bondage to Brick Masters. But the first night in Kasur, I was told I would be preaching. I wasn’t prepared for this.

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, that I had planned to work in brick yards to get a feel for them. That was not going to happen on this trip. I had packed gifts of large bags of M n’ Ms for my hosts and Muhammed Ramzan, the brick master who was going to ‘allow’ me to pay the ransom of all his bonded labor enslaved families. There was underware and socks filled with thousands in cash, the rest of the redemption money for the families. My hosts had to dress me up to preach.

I did not feel spiritually ready to open my mouth and speak, for who was I to give these subjugated souls anything. I felt less than holy, as I starred at the wall of precious Pakistan peasants. If they had come to hear a deliverer ‘deliver’ a message, then God would have to open my mouth and loose my tongue.

I began to speak and don’t remember what I said. Afterwards I was asked to pray for people. I was even less prepared to do that. But the Holy Spirit took that over also.

Sundrela, in the red dress, led me through the audience, telling me what sicknesses and ailments different people had. They were numerous; stomach aches, back pains, hurting knees, and injured backs, all of this caused by strenuous illegal bonded labor in the brick kilns.

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, and began to give them out to certain young men. They were her brothers, cousins, and a couple of Pastor shokaut’s evangelists.

After several days I left Kasur and came to Okara where I spent a couple of days with the Pastor James family. We visited several brick yards and prayed over folks. Suzyann 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.

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.

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 llaid 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.