“The feelings of depression, hopelessness, and suicidal thoughts have consumed me for over two months. Each day gets worse and worse. I know that the devil is trying to push me to give up on life, give in to him, and let go of what God has planned for me. It takes everything I have to make it through each day without tears, fear, anger, and disappointment. I hate myself and I hate my life. I cared about nothing. There is no joy, no smiles and no fulfillment in anything.
The busy noise of cars honking, off-key karaoke, and loud music faded as we drove further out of the city and into a rural village. I loved the village sounds of wind in the palm trees, children playing soccer in the dirt and family laughter. The rest of the car ride was quiet, which gave me time to reflect on my teaching for the evening. People from 53 villages were coming together to experience God and His grace. I felt so blessed to be a part of this service.
My driver, Adom, whom I had only met one other time, began to ask about my teachings that week. His eyes stared in amazement as I shared stories of people who had been healed of sickness and delivered from bondage through prayer. Then he asked, “Are you one of those people?”
As I tried to hold back a chuckle, I said, “One of what people?”
He said, “One of those people who cast out demons?”
My chuckle was a full-blown laugh that soon turned to reassurance when I responded, “Yes, I am! And you can be one of those people too!! Mark 16:17 says, that you have been given power and authority to cast out demons.”
Walking through the dirty, long halls, my face had to remain calm as I held back the expression of shock for what my eyes beheld. “Certainly this is not a hospital!,” I thought to myself. The floors and hallways bore the soiled smell and filthy dirt of neglect for what looked like years past. We soon breached the doorway of a much larger scale of astonishment. A large warehouse room filled with over 500 twin size metal beds. All of which was chipping from the paint that was once used to cover its mature age. Old brown plastic coverings with a thin mattress laid beneath the women and newborn babies. No sheet, no pillow, no bassinet for the baby. There had to be one other family member there with you to ensure that the woman next to you didn’t roll over onto your new bundle of joy.
I was so thankful it was raining and the weather was cooler than usual. There was no source of air conditioning in this building except the small fan located at the center of a few large windows around the room.
I soon realized that the bed frame and mattress were the only thing provided at this hospital. Family members had to leave the hospital to bring pillows, sheets, and food. If the patient was in need of medication, or even blood, the family member had to leave and purchase these items from another place and bring them to the hospital, including the needles and instruments needed to perform the care.