The Saturday meetings during this particular Festival of Peace had been glorious in many ways. I can’t disclose the location because it is an area that has experienced unrest and fighting among various political factions.
But thousands had come and more were traveling by bus and other transportation to attend the final service on Sunday. We had great anticipation of what God would do on Sunday, for it had been quite some time since so many had assembled in one location to worship God in this part of the world.
Suddenly, at 9 o’clock Saturday night, a storm came, bringing unprecedented rain. Water poured down from the sky. The roof of the house where I was staying started to leak. I thought about how the rain would affect the field where we were holding the Festival, but after seeing what God had done that evening, I was confident the rain would stop. On the contrary, it increased! The wind was so great that many trees were uprooted.
I prayed as I never had before.
Morning came and it was still raining! We held an emergency meeting; Festival leaders said they had never seen so much rain. We agreed to cancel the service. I was dumbfounded. I had traveled far for this Festival; surely God could stop the rain. Had I done something so awful that He was punishing me?
I left the location that afternoon in the rain, dejected. Two years later, when the fighting between the factions of that region had ceased, I was invited back for another Festival. I went, nervous that we might have to cancel the meetings again.
When I arrived, someone said, “Dr. Cunville, God did a miracle when you came last time!” A miracle? All I remembered was the rain and the wind and the cancellation of the meetings.
The person continued: “On Monday when we were cleaning the field where we had held the meetings, right in the middle, we discovered bombs that had been buried! A militant group had planned to explode the bombs and kill people during our meetings! God protected us all.”
I wept before the Lord and thanked Him, for He is the Almighty God. He is Lord of all and victorious over the kingdom of darkness! I recalled Jesus’ words, “I saw Satan fall like lightning from heaven” (Luke 10:18, NKJV).
Over the years as I have gone hither and thither proclaiming the Gospel in locations where the kingdom of darkness reigns, I have done so with the full confidence that Satan has fallen.
I recently concluded a Festival in the “holy Hindu City of Varanasi.” Varanasi epitomizes the religiosity of India–with thousands of pilgrims bathing in the sacred river of Ganges, in the many “ghats,” or bathing areas, daily. Added to this convergence of pilgrims are the hundreds of corpses brought to be cremated by the banks of the river. This is such a sacred rite that many count it a “holy passageway into bliss after death.”
What a joy it was to sit on the platform erected for the Festival in Varanasi and watch the thousands who came to hear the Gospel, even a greater joy to witness God bring thousands forward to the cross.
As I write this, the persecution of Christians in the State of Orissa is being highlighted in the news media around the world. I am not surprised at this persecution, for Jesus Christ has forewarned, “If the world hates you, you know that it hated Me before it hated you” (John 15:18, NKJV).
This battle between the Kingdom of God and the kingdom of darkness began when Lucifer rebelled against God, as recorded in Isaiah 14:12: “How you are fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning! How you are cut down to the ground, you who weakened the nations!” (NKJV).
And it will continue until Revelation 17:14 comes to pass: “These will make war with the Lamb, and the Lamb will overcome them, for He is Lord of lords and King of kings; and those who are with Him are called, chosen, and faithful” (NKJV).
Until that day when the Lamb of God will overcome the forces of darkness we must continue to obey the command of our Lord Jesus Christ in Mark 16:15: “And He said to them, ‘Go into all the world and preach the gospel to every creature'” (NKJV).