It has been raining this week. Not that I want to talk about weather and wind, but the thing is that it does not rain every day here in our town. But it rains now, it rained in January and it rained in September. It always rains when Stefaan, our base director, teaches on the Holy Spirit. It does that wherever he goes in the world.
We have had two DTSs visiting, apart from the two that are running on our base at the moment. One from Mossel Bay and from Mauritius (I have never met anyone from there before!) It is crazy when Stefaan teaches, because he demonstrates more than he speaks. In all honesty quite a few of the students have been scared, but it is at moments like these that I appreciate my own walk with God. Speaking in tongues was a huge struggle for me (but I really wanted to!) and to be baptized in the Holy Spirit was a looooong process before it finally happened. So I have experienced a big Shephard's heart during this week. And now I do not think there is anybody in the class who does not love the Holy Spirit.
Yesterday five guys and two girls were baptized in the pool as the rain fell down. One of the guys, who did not have any experience of the Holy Spirit before the DTS but still have been very open during the week, was so slain in the Spirit as Stefaan baptized him that three men had to carry him out of the water.
That is what it is like in our town.