Precious Firebrands

Well, I've been here a little over a week now. The luster is wearing off and I am seeing beneath the surface of things here. There are some nasty strongholds over this city, but how opportune that Jesus has set up shop here. His presence is so sweet in the prayer room, yet I see oppression everywhere. Yesterday I read in the newspaper that 31 men were on trial in Guatemala City for raping just one woman. As I looked at the picture I saw men controlled by demonic forces, with smirks on their faces. I was so grieved, but it runs even closer to home. I am learning some of the stories of the youth here, and many have experienced horrors never meant to come near a kid. I am baffled by the needs here, even in a House of Prayer. What kindness, what mercy of the Lord to establish one here, and pluck these youth out like firebrands plucked from the fire. I feel honored to tell them their filthy garments have been removed and they have been given clean turbans (Zech 3). Please pray with me for freedom for these precious ones.