Soon, I noticed, that the entire congregation began to weep. A holy presence seemed to sweep in the back door of the little Church and continue rolling through the crowd to the front. I felt in my own heart that the love was so great, I wasn’t sure I could contain it. There was such perfect joy and a pure love in that place, that all I can say is that Jesus entered the room, through His Holy Spirit. I didn’t see Him, as some had visions that night, but I felt Him. I knew that He was there in a way that is beyond all doubt. Soon the preacher himself was sobbing and unable to preach, and then it happened.
Blind people spontaneously stood and began to declare that they could see. Deaf mutes began to come toward the altar for prayer, before any altar call was made. Our leaders and whole team just got up and began to pray for anyone and everyone who wanted prayer. The joy and love was so real in the little Church in the Dominican Republic that people’s faces seemed to glow with a holy presence. No national or cultural barrier, language difference, socio-economic disparity or anything else separated the people in the room that night. Christ’s love was so pure and so perfect that none of those things mattered one bit. There was a unity of the spirit like I had never known. Several people who had never seen before received their eyesight, several who had been deaf began to hear, and the mute spoke. It was the unmistakable, perfect presence of Jesus that brought sight to eyes and hearing to ears, and a cleansing to the hearts of those in His Church that night.
I personally prayed with the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. Let me explain.
He was an older gentleman who, I surmised, was a leader in the deaf congregation. He himself was a deaf mute. We observed him signing into the hands of others who must have been blind, deaf and mute. His only concern seemed to be that others receive prayer first, before himself. When I say that he was beautiful, it is because I saw the refection of God’s love shining through him. His face shone like an angel. I couldn’t sign and I couldn’t speak Spanish, but I could pray in a language that God understood! (the Gift of Tongues or a “Prayer Language” given by the Holy Spirit) We prayed and prayed and soon he could begin to form the only Spanish words that I could shout into his ears, “Gloria a Dios (glory to God)!” It was truly glorious. The joy on his face as he began to hear and speak was beyond human words to describe!
We prayed with so many, late into the night, as the glory of Jesus’ presence filled the room. With it came the greatest miracle of salvation to lost sinners, a cleansing to the hearts of believers in the Church through repentance, sight to blind eyes, hearing to deaf ears and words to mute tongues. I will never forget the night in that Church when the blind saw and the deaf heard. No man or woman could take credit for what only God could do, the night Jesus walked into the Church.
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*I share this testimony from my own perspective, but you can read other accounts at www.rainministries.org newsletter archives, May 2012.
This testimony was also published by me as a story “The Night Jesus Walked Into the Church” in a book by Bethany House Publishers entitled Encountering Jesus: Modern Day Stories of His Supernatural Presence and Power, 2015, Compiled by James Stuart Bell.