Dee has been involved in missionary work in various places, including Jamaica and Viet Nam where she worked with an orphanage. She has been coming out a couple times a week throughout the summer and helps me to minister to women. She also feeds the hungry at Loaves & Fishes.
With the MAX train in the background they are sharing the Gospel with a couple, who are trying to follow religious laws to please God. It takes patience to listen carefully so that we can bring the message of love and the cross to their hearts.
Note the ad on the MAX train.
One day Dee and I prayed for a woman who was having trouble with her feet and her knees. Dee mailed her some medicine for her feet. She came back later looking for Dee who was not there that day. She wanted to thank her for the medicine.
Dee
and Jean came on the same day. It was wonderful to have
three anointed women praying. It releases a stronger presence of the Lord.
When all three of us were at Pioneer Square, we had a line of people
waiting for prayer. We prayed for a
man whose hands were all bandaged up. He
had been beaten up in downtown Portland and robbed. He was emotionally distraught.
After we prayed for him, he felt better and thanked us.
We referred him to the Healing Rooms (www.portlandhealingrooms.com)
for more prayer and he said he would
go for prayer because he had many emotional wounds that need healing.
Dee and Jean met a woman who had a hard time communicating and walked her to the Square for ministry. She had had a stroke and was on medication. She needed to go home and she said she could get home on the Number 14 bus. Before we prayed Robin, a woman passing by who had gone for prayer at the Healing Rooms and knew me, joined us. We all prayed for the woman recovering from a stroke and because of her condition we felt the woman should not be here out on the streets by herself. Robin just happened to be taking the Number 14 bus home and said she would make sure she got home. The woman did not confess Jesus and this divine appointment reminded me of the story of the Good Samaritan. I saw her the following week and she was with her caregiver. The third time I saw her, she was walking down the street by herself totally healed.