Chow mein, black chili, and a mute girl.

Greeting brothers and sisters,

I don’t know where to start. I can't believe that I have only been here 11 days and have seen God so clearly and amazingly.
To give you an idea of where I am... I am not in the mountains like I had thought I would be-- I am in the jungle. There are foothills in the near distance and I have a feeling that if I were to hike to them I could see the Himalayas. The weather is hot and sticky. About 85-90 degrees in the days with humidity that is WAY too high. It is pretty much everything you would expect a jungle to be, big banana trees, snakes, everything made of bamboo, that sort of thing, and I love it.
The last week I spent in the largest of the three refugee camps here in Nepal. I was able to teach at a seminary and preach at two churches. As a result I have been asked to come back and teach at the next "mini seminary" they hold. It will be in November, slightly more than one month long and I will be teaching for one week on Hearing the Voice of God. Pray that the words that leave my lips are not mine but the Lord’s. Next week I will be going north into a more mountainous area called Ilam. There I will be teaching and helping at an English boarding school of about 100 students.
Now to my slightly strange title.

Chow mein.
I guess that I had forgotten how much I liked Asian food. Not that stuff that we get at home but real, amazing, spicy, Asian food.

Black chili.
It was Wednesday of last week, I was on the walk home, through the jungle, from the service we had just attended with two pastors and their wives. One of the pastors stopped and picked something from the tree near to him and threw some in his mouth. Curious, I approached. I motioned and he let me see, it was a cluster of about 20 odd looking seeds. The pastor said it was very good for your health and that I should take some. So I did. They were slightly crunchy and tasted quite good, that is until I couldn't breath because of the fire that was now raging in my throat. Needless to say, I am not going to do that again. But I think, if you could handle them, they would be good for your health.

The Mute Girl.

I don’t know her name and I don't know how old she was, I would guess about 14, but she is responsible for my faith being about 600% stronger than it was.
It was Wednesday last week, we went to a Healing service. I wasn't quite sure what to expect but I kept an open mind about it. As we got there a man started preaching (I would tell you what about, but at this point my translator was not with me, so I have no idea). He preached for a good 5 hours. By this time I'm not really in a very "healing" mood. But them something started to happen. All of the people started to move closer to the stage and pray really loudly. The pastor started to scream into the microphone. I asked and somebody told me he was praying for healing for all the sick gathered in the front. Then I started to feel the presence of God. I don't know how to explain it, but if you have felt it you know what I mean. People started to get on the stage and talk about what had just happened to them. The first few were boring, still amazing but boring, a pain gone or an ear opened. Then this girl and her mother got up there. The mother was in tears because her daughter was mute and had not been healed. The pastor said that we would all pray in unison and God would move here. I have to confess that I was having my doubts at this point. Then I heard God’s voice say to me "if you have faith in me you can move mountains" SO i started to pray. WE all started to pray. Within 30 seconds this girl screamed "PRAISE THE LORD" into the microphone. I felt as thought I was that girl’s mother, I was so overjoyed. I was jumping and screaming.

God really is amazing.


For now that’s all I have. I hope to be able to update again soon.

Pray for me to have an impact on the children I am going to this week.

And thank you all so much for your financial and Prayer support. I am spending a lot of time in prayer so please send me your requests and I will lift them to the Father as well.

In Truth
James P. Lear