It used to be the Belgian Congo, it later became Zaire, and today it’s back as the Democratic Republic of Congo. I want to tell you as best I can of what God most wonderfully did for our church in the NE corner of the country back in the 1950s.
God sent a wonderful visitation of the Holy Spirit to us. In the Congo-Swahili language that we used, we called this visitation Baraka ya Roho Mutakatifu (the blessing of the Holy Spirit).
Just as background for my own part in this movement of God: I knew within three hours of being saved that there was nothing else I wanted to do except share Jesus with other people. This meant I should become a missionary. I had arrived in Congo just seven months before these events took place. As a doctor I had a great desire to share Christ. Back then the accepted idea was that missionary doctors didn’t need Bible School. But when I arrived, very wisely, my field leader, Jack Scholes, recommended it. So I was sent to an African Bible School. I was the only pale skin (that’s what the African’s called us) among 120 Africans.
