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M:M // The festival June 27 2006
Finally I am able to report you about the festival itself. Tuesday afternoon
we were going to the festival ground.
But before we had a meeting with
Tommy Femrite for the intercessors. She teached about intercession and
we talked how it would work there in this ministry. As violence would be
the strongest force over mongolia we should not complain, grumble or moan.
Instead we should bless as we want to be a blessing for this nation and
not a curse. I was lucky cause we had such a wonderful place with this
guesthouse and nothing to complain about.
Another answer would be the mercy inercessors who often prayed by their
tears. I never thought that I could be one of them. For years now I had
not been able to weep. But we were told that especially those who heard
that they should not cry and those who swore not to weep any more could
possibly be mercy inercessors! So I am obviously one of them. We had to
stand up and we got prayer. Nice!
Then we were divided into the prayer teams. My prayerpartner was Keith
whom I knew from the prepararion weekend. He said to me: It was obvious
to him that we would be together.
Over rough and smooth we went then to the festival ground in a very
full bus. We passed the luxurious Hotel Mongolia, a former temple. The
street was very bad and dusty. But the landscape was excellent. We went
along a river shore, in the background the hills and we passed interesting
villages with spotted modern buildings.
After we arrived we first set up our things. There was a hall in a building
behind the stage. On the left side the women had to sleep, on the right
the men, divided just by a curtain. The toilets were very adventurous
too. A little wooden hut, the floor had flagstones and in the middle
a small gap. Everything had to pass through this. Within a short amount
of time it was very scruffy and it smelled like in the hog house. Wonderful!
As you almost did not sweat every fluid had to come out of the body here.
There was a water container there, but the faucets gave no water. There
were no showers there. The only chance would have been to wash in the
icecold river. The mongolians slept in tents. It felt a little bit like
freakstock. But the landscape was much better!
And then the festival finally begun - though a little delayed. A mongolian
band opened up using the traditional horse-head fiddle. Very moving!
As a few riders with banners arrived on the top of the hill behind many
begun to weep. Everyone made fotos and had tears in their eyes. So had
I. Finally they raised a cross and came into the festival ground. And
everytime the mongolians participatet on full volume. It always touched
me to see the mongolians worshipping God. At the night times it was always
full before the stage. And the young and the old were there. To some
extent the old were dancing even more and wilder. There was a mongolian
hallelujah song that became kind of a hit. Everyone was singing it even
As the prayer team we were on duty from 9:00 am to 9:00 pm. Perhaps
there were about 50 intercessors partet into 5 teams with leader and
coleader for each. Our leaders were great. Chung Chi from singapore and
Sarah from USA. The team was completely German. It was funny to talk
and to pray in English when we had our meetings :).
Every hour we made something different: Walking, Rejoicing and Resting.
During the walking time we walked praying over the place with open eyes
of course to see what happened and how the spiritual atmosphere would
be like. There were a few buddhists and shamanists trying to curse us.
As the were doing it by walking we were undoing by walking as well. Some
of us experienced some interesting stories.
As we were rejoicing we joined the worship and prayed that people would
be let into the presence of God. And resting were of course the breaks
that were far too short. It was pretty cool to be part of it though it
was very exhausting. It was very hot and the air was really dry. At the
latest of the afternoon of the second day I was finished. And during
the whole of the third day I was lying down unable to do anything more.
So I almost do not know what happened all day.
Every day at 9.00 am and 5:00 pm there was a wonderful thing: Tommy Femrite,
Billy or Gila Rohsmann gave a teaching about prayer for the mongolians.
It is wonderful to see the mongolians worship but it is even greater
to see them here. After every sentence (that of course had to be
translated first) the screamed together: "Amen!" There
were always practical issues about prayer.
ways of prayer: Sitting, lying, with raised arms, kneeling and
walking about. One expression was to reach in the different directions
in the sky and to proclaim the truth of God over the land. Very
powerful. One day we had the chance to pray for a deaf man. He
was healed. Praise the lord!
Friday afternoon Andy Park was playing once more (he played a
lot of delirious stuff. Wonderful!). He led into a ministrytime
that was all about acceptance, the father's love of God and very
intimate times with Jesus. He asked the intercessors to pray
for the people. He said sometimes God comes quick sometimes it
takes time. So he took a lot of time for this thing. That was
such an intense time full of God's love.
So I prayed for the people. Though they did not understand a
word they were really open. And I went through the ranks and
prayed for the people. Suddenly a young girl went under the power
of god down to the ground. I took out my umbrella and held it
over her so that she would not lie in the full sun. The girl
was crying and intensly praying. A few steps away demons were
going out of another woman lying on the earth. Then two other
intercessors prayed for an elder man I prayed before. Suddenly
he was falling on his face. He was lying there, his cap before
him crying real hard. When he raised to his feet again there
was only dust on his nose. Nothing seemed to happen to him, he
someone laid another umbrella over the girl and I could move
on. I searched for Keith, my praying partner. I found him praying
for a young man. I went to them to give them shadow and pray
with them. Exactly as I was putting the umbrella over them the
man was falling down. I did not even had the chance to put down
my daypack. Crazy!
At the night times most of the people were worshipping. It was
always full there at the stage during these times. It was said
that there were about 4,500 participants. Many of them had to
work during the day I think. On one evening with Walter Heidenreich
and Tengerin Doo about 50 people followed an altar call to give
their life to Jesus.
I had to get up early in the morning I could not stay as long in the
night as I wanted. As our sleeping place was directly behind the stage
we didn't miss so much. So I could not sleep so very well. But the
presence of God was always strong. If you could not sleep so well it
was at least in the very presence of God. That always touched me.
There were some stands where you could by food. It really tasted
quite well. We often got some of these flesh bags that were very
tasty. Then we had rice and chicken or a meat skewer (this tasted
more like rubber). There was lemonade (Fanta) too. But all different
sorts tasted the same and were awful.
could tell so much more but I will stop here. I only just want
to tell that the leadership thanked us so effusively. Every teamleader
had the chance to say thank you to his team. That was great!
I hope there soon will be another chance to make intercession
in this way!
At the end we had to help to dismantle the festival. I felt
very soon sick again so I was laying down again. They burnt all
the garbage. What an awful smoke! How great it was to be back
again in the guesthouse and having the chance of a wonderful
and long shower. That was soooo good. Now there was no dust in
the hair all the time and I could really relax.
On the last evening we had a meeting in a wonderful chinese
restaurant. The food was delicious. We talked about the festival.
I was feeling bad again cause I had fever. There were told great
stories. Now, what's next?