THE BLACK CHILD IN THE DARKNESS

 

 

The night fell on Ouagadougou. The night falls fast. It looks like the sun is tired to have given itself so much during day. 42 ° it is exaggerated! And it is nevertheless what people of Ouaga undergo besides the horrifying pollution due to the badly adjusted cars. It seems to me that they bear all this better than me. I am exhausted. It has been several weeks since I travel in the country by evangelizing. Hundreds of persons received Jesus Christ as rescuer of their soul and many were cured of all kinds of diseases. Halleluia!

I am in front of the washbasin, preparing me for the evening meeting. The washbasin is very there, but the water does not almost sink. It is like that …

This evening I preach at the minister Mamadou Karambiri. In fact, it is the first time which I am going to preach in this church. There are, as it was said to me, 4000 persons in the public.

I get dressed hastily and meet again, Nicolas Sawadogo, ready for a meeting furthermore.

Nicolas Sawadogo is my friend and my interpreter in the Burkina Faso. We arrive in front of the church. The sky is black. The room is swarming with people.

We take place on the stage, greet some persons who come to us. The songs start. The orchestra is good. The chorus-singers give themselves to heart enjoyment. I tremble a little. That is it going to take place this evening? Is God again going to confirm my sermon by miracles? I ask the question every time. Nevertheless since 1968, I know that He is faithful. But I feel so small, so despicable sometimes.

And it belongs to me to go there. We present me and we give me a micro. I am launched, it is the moment. I begin to give the message. Nicolas is next to me. He interprets in Moré, one of the tongues of the country. I move, he moves. All that I make, he makes him. At the end of moment I forget him. I feel good. I know that God is there. He accompanies me as every time. I feel intside of me this love's light for Him and for people.

Suddenly I stop my message, I appeal. Who wants to receive Christ this evening? And hands get up everywhere in the public. Suddenly, I realize that I transpire, it makes a terrible heat and I gave a lot myself. I see, by the doors of the bottom that outside, it is the night. I am in Ouagadougou. And even there, once again, people repent by the listening of my preaching. What a happiness! I love seeing the effect of the Holy Spirit on the people's consciousness.

People approach me and Nicolas. They want that we touch them in the name of Jesus Christ. A sir clears himself a road in this crowd. He holds a little boy in front of him, by shoulders. Nicolas listens to this sir then he repeats me what he says, in French.

" His son is blind, they have the faith, they want the laying on of hands in the name of Jesus ". I put a little saliva on my thumbs and touch the eyelids of the child. I condamn the spirit of blindness in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ. I leave my thumbs some seconds on the eyes and I remove them. I raise the chin of the boy and ask if he sees me. He says that he sees me. He is quiet, very quiet, touching for the Holy Presence of Jesus. I ask him to redo the movements which I make with my hand. He redoes perfectly movements. Suddenly, I realize that Nicolas is held in front of the video camera and that the operator films only the back of my interpreter. I push him friendly. I redo movements, showing a raised finger, or three fingers, or five fingers and the child repeats very exactly all that I make. He sees, I take him in my arms and I embrace him. .The crowd shouts praises to Jesus. It is a Jesus who makes the miracles, not Michel Genton. The dad roars his enjoyment, kisses his son and begins running by shouting and by praising God! Jesus is always the same! He did not change. Why does he make so many miracles through my ministry? I know nothing about it. Maybe simply becauseI make what he says in the Bible..

And he said ", Go ye into all the world, and preach the gospel to every creature. He that believeth and is baptized shall be saved; but he that believeth not shall be damned. And these signs shall follow them that believe... they shall lay hands on the sick, and they shall recover."Mark 16/15-18

He told to do it, I do it. It is not very complicated to buy to itself a plane ticket and to go by everybody and to speak about Jesus to people sat in the darkness of misfortune. It is not very complicated to lay hands on the sick in the name of Jesus.He told to do him it, I do it in any simplicity. Why would not you go to do it, because you believe in Him?

Think of it … The night fell on Ouagadougou. I got ready to go to preach in this meeting, at the minister Karambiri.

The night fell. Somewhere in the same city, a dad dressed of best that he could,his blind little boy. This evening, he took him to a meeting at the minister Karambiri.

The night fell on Ouagadougou. But the sunlight had never got up for this blind little boy. That it was night or day, he followed his dad who held him, by the hand. They arrived at the church. The songs began. Then I got up, the little boy did not see me. I took the micro, the little boy did not see my movement. I preached of best that I could. His faith began growing. Nevertheless, I did not even know that he was there, in this immense crowd. I did not see him, he did not see me. But Jesus saw us, and he smiled, quite satisfied with what He was going to do.

When it was the moment, his dad says to him: " come, with me towards the white, he is going to pray for you. "
To go towards the white? It is what? White?

He walked, holding his very strong dad by the hand. He was pushed aside by people who wanted to approach also, but he did not see them.

The night had fallen on Ouagadougou and the day was going to get up for this little boy. Jesus was held there, in me. The little boy did not see Him and I either. And when the little boy felt the wet contact of my two thumbs on his eyelids, he has jumped. Jesus had skipped there and they are His thumbs who touched him through my thumbs.

There was of the noise. The little boy did not hear the order which I gave to the spirit of blindness. But when I removed my thumbs white with his black eyelids, the light was. The first person that this little boy saw, it was me. He( will remember it all his life. And when I shall be old, it doesn't much matter the problems which I shall have, I know that there will be always, in Ouagadougou, a little boy of light who will pray for me.

Glory to Jesus my dear Rescuer and Master!