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If My People…


abundance of rain


If My People, Called By My Name, Shall Humble Themselves And Pray…


Currently, as you read, there is a mighty move of God’s Spirit taking place in western Kenya. Centered in deep bush of Uyoma, next to Lake Victoria, the Holly Ghost is moving in power and demonstration among the believers in that region. Truly the harvest is plentiful, but the workers are few: I invite you to come, roll up your sleeves, and join us His work.

Next to lake Victoria, one morning, I spoke about the judgement of God and delivered a very unusual message.  First I said, isn’t it a peculiar thing that a people who live next to the second largest fresh water lake in the world are starving due to lack of water? Then I said that the famine, currently happening due to lack of rain, was actually a form of God’s mercy. Rather than destroy a people for their grievous sin, famine was God’s last-ditch effort to avoid a judgement too terrible to imagine.


Famine is a form of mercy


I explained that famine is forced fasting, causing sinners to consider their ways and repent so that God might forgive them and heal their land. Through the famine was indeed terrible, humbling themselves before God could avert the alternative which would be much, much worse.

That message seemed as harsh and hard as the cracked ground upon which I stood. My natural mind cringed at the words which flowed like a torrent from between my parched lips. Suddenly, the conviction of the Holy Spirit fell upon everyone and we all dropped to our knees weeping, confessing our sins, and repenting; asking God to forgive us.


A small coud on the horizon


That evening, as I was walking to church, I saw a small cloud to my right in the distance. I remarked to my companion, “Too bad, it looks like that cloud has water, but it will surely pass us by.” Right then, the Holy Spirit came upon me and I spoke in other tongues. Each time the Spirit gave the utterance bolts of lightning flashed and thunder rolled from within that little puff of vapor on the horizon. Soon, the light breeze changed direction and before long it turned in to a strong wind. Almost dusk, the sky lit up every time I released my tongue to God, answering that heavenly language by peels of thunder rolling around the heavens like some great bowling ball on a hard wood floor; and they were getting nearer.


The sound of an abundance of rain


The strong wind turned, now, into a gale until we felt moisture riding upon it. Hurrying up the hill towards the church, we tried to reach shelter, but barely twenty feet from the door the downpour began. It rained so hard I could hardly see the door. In a matter of seconds we were both soaked through to our skin. As the rain beat and danced upon the tin roof we could hardly hear each other speak. Stream-lets of rainwater cascaded through the doors of the church and into the building until we all stood, praising God, with wet feet. Whereas there had been drought and dust in the morning now there was rain and mud in the evening and from that day onward, the drought was broken.


An abundance of rain


The small church was packed and everyone spoke excitedly about the scripture I shared with them that morning,

“If I shut up heaven that there be no rain, or if I command the locusts to devour the land, or if I send pestilence among my people; If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.”

2 Chronicles 7:13,14


The Spirit and power of Elijah in our midst


To be a part of the abundance of rain has changed my life forever. If you are ready to pick up your cross and follow Him your life can be changed too. Are you willing to do whatever God wants so that some might be saved? If your heart’s cry is a resounding “YES!” then contact me and come experience, with us, the Spirit and power of Elijah as God moves among His people!

God bless,

Michael King