Pray For Me
To
start the session at the Baptist pastor's
compound, those gathered took turns to pray, and by far the most earnest, sweet and
Spirit-filled prayer was Kristin's. When she finished praying, one of the local pastors asked her,
"Can you pray for me?" When she asked him for what he
wants to be prayed, he replied, "Just pray for me like
that, the way you just prayed." Another local pastor also asked her to pray for him, so she
prayed for both of them.
When we next began to command the demons to come out of Kristin, they - the local pastors - began to doze off one by one. In less than an hour, all of them, including the Baptist pastor, were asleep. Kristin had seen demons put the American pastor in Korea to sleep when he tried to cast them out of her, so this wasn't new to her, but we didn't know what to do about all five pastors sleeping in front of us, so we just prayed and cast out demons as usual.
The pastors eventually awoke and woke up each other, but remained groggy, and the session ended soon thereafter.
The dinner prepared by the Baptist pastor's wife was wonderful. While enjoying it with Kristin, her and her children, the youngest of whom really adored Kristin, I asked about the building where we had held the session. The pastor's wife replied that it's their guest cottage for when they have visitors from USA. Did they have them frequently? She replied, "No, almost never." Kristin and I then looked at each other. I could commute to minister to her at their guest cottage, which was perfect for her. Its walls are thick, the compound is walled and has no neighbors, so she could feel free to make all the noise she wants to make when the demons are being cast out of her. She would be safe, under the pastor's wife's supervision, and could help her with household chores, as well as with the kids.
When I asked the pastor's wife, "Would there be any way for Kristin to stay there until you need it for your next visitor? I could commute here and ..." Before I could finish, the pastor's wife's eyes lit up, and she shouted, "That's a great idea!" then got up and began walking toward and calling out to her husband, who was in the next room with his local pastors.
Kristin and I heard the Baptist pastor say, "No," then the two of them walked outside and stayed for a while. The fact that the pastor's wife had been surprised by my question meant that her husband hadn't shared with her my question about knowing anyone who may have a room for Kristin. What this American pastor had was not just a room but an entire house furnished for visiting Americans but sitting unused in his sprawling compound, where he lived in a villa, yet he didn't want an afflicted American missionary staying in it.
When the pastor's wife returned from chatting with him outside, she looked upset and had trouble looking us in the eyes. She knew that we had heard what her husband had said before they walked outside, and the topic of Kristin staying in their guest cottage was brought up again neither during the rest of that evening nor during another occasion when she accepted our invitation to an eatery with a kids' play area, where she brought her kids and explained that her husband is again unable to join us.
Given how reticent the Baptist pastor had been about helping Kristin, I was surprised that he had held the ministry session and even invited along the local pastors whom he had trained. I surmised that the session may have been his wife's idea and that she may have pressured him until he conceded to do it as his one and only attempt to help Kristin.