Hot Stuff in India

[Caveman]

Several months ago my friend Taylor Overbey sent me an article that he wrote about his visit Sangat Bains in India. Recently Taylor has hooked me up with his friend Tom West who sent me a copy of a letter from his friends Ashish and Ram Singh in India.

There is some hot stuff happening in India. I may be crossing theological lines here, but this is the kind of stuff that I think we should be seeing her in the USA.

This is kind of lengthy, but I think you will be blessed to read it.

[Caveman]

Travels in India


Mark 16:17,18 “And these signs shall follow them that believe; In my name they shall cast out devils; they shall speak with new tongues; they shall take up serpents; and if they drink any deadly thing, it shall not hurt them; they shall lay hands on the sick, and they shall recover.”


That verse nagged at me. Signs follow believers. I had seen many great and wonderful things in my life as a Christian. God has answered prayers, and I have seen healing and other great examples of the power of God. However, when I read the Gospel records and the Book of Acts I saw that signs, miracles, and healings were normal, everyday occurrences. These things were unusual occurrences in my life, and I wanted that to change.

When I heard about the great things Sangat was doing in India, I decided to drive to New Jersey to meet him. That was in November of 2003. After we had spent some hours talking and getting to know each other better, I asked if I could come and visit him. To my surprise, he asked when I wanted to come. That answer put me on the spot, so I prayed about it, and made a commitment that I would go in the spring. I also asked Tom West, a friend of mine from California, if wanted to join me, and he decided to come, too. On March 25th we flew to England for a week and visited with some believers, then on April 1st we went to New Delhi. A trip would change my life had begun.

As the plane descended for landing in India, I asked myself, “Do you know what you are doing?” My mind was a mix of anticipation, questions, excitement, and a little anxiety. I did not know what to expect, but deep down I knew God wanted me go. Besides, there was no turning back now.

When we arrived in New Delhi, Sangat and two believers, Buphinder and his son, Ashish, met us. Seeing them waiting for us brought a wave of relief, and I forgot any anxiety I had. Buphinder and Ashish swept up our bags and before we knew it, we were driving off to Sangat’s home. The adventure of a lifetime had begun.

The next day (Friday) we awoke to an American-style breakfast that Sangat’s wife, Beautrice had made. We met two of the girls, Priya and Nozomi, as they went off to school in their British looking uniforms. Preet, the oldest of the girls was introduced later, as was Sanbi, their son. They made every effort to see that we were comfortable. In fact, Preet had given up her bedroom for Tom and I to share during our stay at their home.

After breakfast, Tom and I wanted to go for a walk around the neighborhood. We were interested to take in the new sights and sounds from a world we had never seen with our own eyes. As we walked down Sangat’s street and around the corner, we found that we were often the objects of fascination in the neighborhood, as our new surroundings were to us. People tended to stare at us, as we were peculiar looking to the Indians who lived there. As we walked around the block we would see cars veer around cows in the street and rickshaws that carried passengers about, darting in and out of traffic. It was a very new environment for me--everything was new and interesting.

That night Sangat held a fellowship in his home and about one hundred people came. As the believers arrived there were introductions, and the names were every bit a new as the Hindi language they spoke. Their names were Buphinder, Ashish, Gopi Singh, Ram Singh, Daramphal, and others, like Stephen and Robinson-but the one thing we had in common was the true Word of God, and a desire to manifest the power of God in our lives. I soon found that the boundaries of culture and language were erased by the love of God and by the spirit of Christ in each one of us.

The fellowship started with singing and testimonies. Sangat explained that he had to limit the testimonies to about one hour; otherwise, they could go on for two hours, or more. There was no shortage of deliverance in the believer’s lives, from the small to the great. During the testimonies, we heard about how God had set people free in body and mind, how He answered prayers, and healing after healing had taken place. In fact, during our stay in India I found that I could have easily filled a book with the miraculous things that were taking place every day.

Tom shared the Word that night, and then there was more singing, accompanied by the harmonium (something like a cross between the bagpipes and an accordion, with keys and a bellows) and the dulcet (a two-sided drum). After fellowship, Beautrice served a buffet-style dinner, and people stayed and fellowshipped for some time. Many of the believers were excited to come up to Tom and me and share how God had touched their lives, and they were curious about our home fellowships and families. The entire evening was a time of full sharing for everyone who wanted to participate. Everyone who wanted to could give in some capacity. From testimonies to prayers, to helping with dinner and set up of the room, I saw person after person joyfully giving and serving, and genuinely excited about a God in Heaven who cares about them individually.

Many of the believers in New Delhi operate the power of God, in ministering and healing themselves, or to one another. Sangat told me that in New Delhi he rarely gets to minister to people outside of his own family because the believers have been so well taught. The work in New Delhi is well established and there are about 15 fellowships there, and a number of fulltime ministers. The Hindi version of the Power for Abundant Living class runs with great frequency, and there are a number of new believers added almost regularly. The work in New Delhi was great example of the rise of the Word of God in the lives of the saints, with each one reaching one, and the effective training of leadership.

This brings up a point that would be good to mention here. Sangat is not a “one man band”. He has held forth God’s Word to one person at a time, faithfully and with consistency, and has risen up other faithful leaders who in turn teach others. On the first Sunday of each month, Sangat holds a leaders meeting where anyone who desires may attend. For three hours, he teaches leadership principles from God’s Word and continues strengthening the believers. These leaders are the ones who have been responsible for the spread of God’s Word to other parts of India, and Sangat is quick to acknowledge this. He does his job, which he told me very easy. He said, “I just teach God’s Word and encourage people to do it.” The results are impressive-there are so many fellowships all over India that Sangat does not have an exact count.

On Sunday morning, we went off on the next leg of our adventure, to a newer work in a small town named, Jogiana. It was in this rural area in the foothills of the Himalayas we were to meet Gulab Singh and his family. Gulab Singh had been witnessed to in New Delhi, and soon started running a fellowship there. After a while, God put it in his heart to move back to his hometown of Jogiana. When he told Sangat about his decision, Sangat said, “That’s great. We’ll pray for you, and you need anything let me know.” Gulab Singh started a fellowship with his family and he started repeating the steps he had seen work in New Delhi: pray for God to bring you one hungry person, then teach that person the Word about who we are in Christ, and the power of God. Minister to people and get them delivered, and teach them how to operate God’s power in their own lives.

I Think I should mention here how Sangat has worked with his fellow laborers, like Gulab Singh. When Gulab Singh had it in his heart to move his family to Jogiana, he supported himself. However, when Sangat observed that he was “ruling well”, i.e. moving the Word and bringing great deliverance to God’s people, he offered to support him with the abundant sharing. It was not going to be forever, but only until the abundant sharing there could support him. Then, Sangat asked that Gulab Singh share what he did not need back to him, so he would be able to repeat the process somewhere else. Gulab Singh also had the option of using this money to “sponsor” another leader from his area, if he chose to do that. In this manner, the Word is spreading quickly as individuals with ministries are free to serve fulltime. Local areas support their own local leaders, and there is not one central clearinghouse for the monies. Because of this practice, there are now about seven fulltime ministers in India, and more on the way.

I Timothy 5:17, “Let the elders that rule well be counted worthy of double honour, especially they who labor in the word and doctrine.”

When new people are witnessed to in India, they learn about the new birth from Romans 10:9, and 10. Then they are immediately encouraged to speak with tongues, interpret, prophesy, listen to God, cast out devils, and minister healing. The “older” believers get the new person operating the power of God as soon as possible. Then they are encouraged to get into the classes for further instruction. Often times, new people are casting out devils and healing people and running fellowships in their homes before there is a class available. However, after they have the foundational class, their knowledge grows in leaps and bounds, and they are encouraged to do even more. I never heard of anyone being discouraged from operating the power of God. In fact, it was completely the opposite-it is expected.

Once on the road, it took us over 7 hours to go the 150 miles to Jogiana. The simple physical act of going from point A to point B was difficult and challenging. To me, driving was the complete picture of chaos-bicycles pulling carts laden with sugar cane and small, three-wheeled vehicles (they seemed like a cross between a golf cart and a banged up VW Bug) that clattered loudly and slowly down the highway, overloaded with passengers. There were big trucks and small, cars, motorbikes and scooters, tractors, and water buffalo pulling wagons, people pulling wagons, buses--all weaving in and out of traffic, and of course, everyone blows their horn as often as possible. Then there was the inevitable accident, or people just stopped for no apparent reason. Happily, though, we made it to the peaceful mountain region where we were going.

Gulab Singh was very glad to have us visit. Sangat had not been there for about a year, and there was going to be a very big fellowship that next day. Many people were interested our arrival. Neighbors peered out of houses, and some meandered down the narrow streets to get a better look. Tom and me, being from the U.S. were a real novelty to both the believers and the neighborhood, and a visit from Sangat’s is always looked forward to with great anticipation.

The next day, we awoke, shaved, and showered in hot water heated on a wood fire. I had gotten up at about 5AM to get a good video shot of the sunrise. As I walked back to Gulab Singh’s, I looked at all the homes in the neighborhood, humble by any standards, all flat-roofed cinder block homes, and most with paint peeling in various degrees. There were some people starting to work in the vast wheat fields, but they only used hand tools, like sickles, to cut down the wheat.

Around 10AM the believers starting arriving for fellowship, and altogether, about 150-175 people came, and around seven or eight saints came in one of the clattering, three-wheeled vehicles. Somehow, they managed to disgorge themselves from what seemed an impossibly small space, piling out one by one. About thirty believers came from the mountains (where there are about 500 believers), about 100 miles away, and the trip took them 6 hours. They were to return the same way after the fellowship.

When the fellowship started, it began in much the same way as the fellowship in New Delhi-there were songs and hymns written by the believers, and the harmonium wheezed out it tunes in time with the dulcet, and joyful singing filled the air, it’s words music strange to my ears. I noticed that as I recognized more and more Hindi words, the songs carried a special meaning to me. They were the simple, yet beautiful songs of praise to a real and living God who is the One, True God. Then testimonies came by the dozens, as more and more people shared signs, miracles, and wonders. Exactly what Jesus Christ said would follow believers.

Tom, Sangat, and I each taught the Word, and then it was time for ministering. After someone said, “Amen” the three of us moved into an adjacent bedroom, and we were joined by about 30 people, all who desired healing of some sort. Sangat later told me that because of the unique nature of our visit that more people came for ministering. Many of the local fellowship leaders and believers healed each other, but because it was a special event to most everyone, the line grew long quickly.

One by one, each person told what he or she wanted, or were asked by the person ministering, “What do you want?” The level of people’s believing was tested, sometimes by asking them, “Do you believe God can heal you right now?” When the answer was affirmative, the deliverance came straightaway. When not, more work was needed for the individual’s believing to get where it needed to be. This was done with love and patience, with the end in mind of helping each person get the help desired. From counseling with God’s Word, or ministering for specific pains to go away, to trouble with devil spirits, all who believed, received, just as God’s Word promises.

[Caveman]

After the ministering, I got a big surprise when a woman walked up to me and quickly bent down to touch my feet. I jumped back, not knowing what she was doing. Robinson explained to me that she was showing me the respect accorded a holy man. During our visit, this happened to me a number of times, but I was always amazed that another person would hold me in such high esteem.

Speaking of the women, they all wore traditional Indian garments in each location we went, and they migrated to the right side of the room to sit down for fellowship. The men all would make their ways to the left side of the room. Men and women did not mix much, as far as I could tell. We did not greet women with a hug, either; it was with hands together, as in prayer. The word for “hello” is nah-mas-tey.

Men, women, and children would sit crossed-legged on the floor for hours at a time, with only so much as a rug to sit on, and the natural padding God gave them. I do not recall ever hearing anyone complain, nor did I see anyone fall asleep out of boredom. There was a reverence for God’s Word that permeated each fellowship I witnessed, and a genuine eagerness to hear what that Word had to say.

In the afternoon, I took a nap, and when I awoke, I found Sangat outside with the thirty or so believers who had come from the mountains. They were all sitting cross-legged in a semi-circle around him, and he was teaching them the Word. He had just ministered healing to most of them, because due to a lack of time they were missed before. These people had stayed after the fellowship, even though the bus had left hours earlier for the 6-hour bus ride back to the mountains. They would stay the night, although the only place for them to sleep was under the stars, or on a rug lying on the marble floor. Not one of them complained.

That night after we had dinner Ram Singh played more on the harmonium and Ashish bonked rhythmically on the dulcet. The scene was something incredible to me. Here we were, thousands of miles from anything vaguely familiar, but everything was strangely very familiar. As I listened to the music and singing it seemed as though I could understand the words, and as the believers got up to dance I felt I was in place I belonged, a place where the living Word of God was. As I watched the faces of these saints, laughing and clapping with the music, I saw God’s living Word living in them, and this verse came to mind…

Luke 12:15, “And he said unto them, Take heed, and beware of covetousness: for a man’s life consisteth not in the abundance of the things which he possesseth.”


These believers were living abundantly; they were full of joy and peace, manifesting the love of God, and, course, the power of God. The circumstances in which they lived were without the comforts many of us have come to think of as necessities-no microwave ovens, no cable television, and no video games-yet they were blessed with things just as tangible, and, in reality, more important to living life than flush toilets and refrigerators.

The next morning we left Jogiana, only after an Indian breakfast, and many snapshots and tearful goodbyes. The first half of my education in India was over. The next area we would visit would prove to be a difficult lesson for me, but, I am sure, one I will not quickly forget. As we drove by fields of wheat and the landscaped dotted here and there with the temples of idols, Jogiana was now a memory. Now it was back on the road for more “excitement”.

We did manage to survive another harrowing 7-hour car ride back to New Delhi, just in time to freshen up, sleep, and get up the next morning to go to the train station in New Delhi for our next trip (I joked that driving in India would make a great video game). Beautrice was very hospitable and kind, as usual, and had a big breakfast waiting for us when we got up (Any concerns my wife may have had that I was not eating well could be put to rest). We said our goodbyes to Beautrice and the kids, and then drove off to the train station.

At the station, we were met by what were now our constant traveling companions. There was Buphinder, Ashish, Gopi Singh, Ram Singh, Robinson, Stephen, and Daramphal. These were all wonderful men of God, all of varying ages. They, among others, are the stalwarts that God needs for His Word to move effectively, and they are the living example men who genuinely serve God and love His Word.

They had all decided that they did not want to miss the trip we were taking now, which was to a new work in a city called Kanpur. Buphinder had opened the work there in much the same way that Gulab Singh opened Jogiana. He just got it in his heart to go, and he went. As a result, many people have been set free and are hearing about the One, True God. They have run at least one Hindi Foundational class, and many hungry people waiting for Buphinder to return when he will run two more of these classes.

Soon we sped off in a new train, had breakfast (again) and flashed past some of the human debris living in deplorable conditions along the way. This was something else that amazed me about my trip to India, which is what years of idolatry have done to the people. Now, with any idolatry you invite trouble, we should all be aware of that. A person can worship themselves, money, the trinity-whatever, and it will bring mental, spiritual, financial trouble, and other evils. However, when people give themselves entirely to the worship of that idol, there is BIG trouble, and that is what I saw living along the railroad tracks to Kanpur. It was something that reminded me of a futuristic wasteland from a sci-fi movie, as if people had been poured out of vat along with garbage and waste, and left to fend for themselves. It was difficult to look at.

Another amazing thing was what happens when those same people turn to the One, True God. It takes them out of their cesspools and brings them into God’s marvelous light. In India, it was obvious something is broken, but I also witnessed that it is being fixed. Sickness and diseases of many kinds are healed, devil spirits are cast out, and broken lives are being repaired. It reminds me of the woman who wiped the lord’s feet with her tears, which loved much because she was forgiven of much. When people go from such inky blackness of despair, the glorious light of God’s Word must be remarkable. It is, and when His people are set free, and are thankful to Him, the response is equally remarkable.

I was tempted to think that what was happening in India could not happen in this country. I had the usual excuses, like; they are more spiritual, they are worse off, etc. However, the adversary is just as much at work here and people are in as much need of deliverance. Only God and His power can cut through the oppression, or smug complacency and self-satisfaction that affects so many, or the outright grip of devil spirits and disease.

When we arrived at Kanpur, I was shocked at what I saw. I do not think anything could have prepared me for the noise, filth, foul smells and confusion there. I imagined I saw chaos on the road to Jogiana, but that was tolerable to me compared to this. It seemed like the evil genius himself had devised this place, and then half buried it in filth and garbage, and given everyone a car or bicycle to fill the streets.

Our hotel room was comfortable; it had a television and air conditioning, but no hot running water. That was not such a big problem, we would call the front desk and hot water was sent up to us. That room became a haven of rest to me from the chaotic and extremely noisy world outside. That night we were to venture into the angry sea of the pandemonium, as we were invited to the home of Buphinder’s cousin, a Chinese immigrant named Mark Chang. A cab took us on a 20-minute ride to his apartment, a measly 3 miles away. The streets were so choked with every imaginable vehicle and animal drawn cart; I could hardly believe my eyes. Again, just the act of getting from here to there was frustrating to me, but the Indian believers were used to it. They just relaxed and enjoyed the ride.

The condition of the Chang’s apartment would have sent many American building inspectors into an apoplectic fit. Bare wires were exposed in the stairwells leading to his apartment, more filth, and discarded things left lying about, and a workman busily plying his trade in the middle of one floor, unaware that someone might trip over his tools. Their apartment was simple, almost rude, and the scene made even less sense to me when I learned that both Mark and his brother were dentists, and both families shared the same flat.

In spite of all this, there were wonderful miracles happening in Kanpur. Among them was a boy who had been healed of a late stage of diabetes. The boy had become a beggar, and was wasting away and nearly died, but had been healed by Buphinder and Mark’s brother, Rocky Chang. We heard of more miracles during dinner at the Chang’s, and these many testimonies were stirring the hearts of our hosts.

As we made our way to the fellowship the next day, we passed through a veritable sea of humanity and animals. Kanpur is a sprawling city of 10 million inhabitants, small compared to New Delhi, which is about 100 million, and the neighboring city of Unow is where we were to have fellowship. I stopped trying to determine how long it was taking to get from place to place, and just enjoyed the fellowship along the way. The odd mixture of modes of travels from various centuries was beyond my control anyway.

When we arrived at the building where the fellowship would be held, we were greeted by some of the local leaders. We met a wonderful believer named, Tiwari, who had been a Hindu priest, but now was a Christian. He was spreading the Word of God to a local church that had recently struck out on its own, the people having tired of the restrictions put on them by the church leaders. They were a spiritually hungry bunch, to put it mildly. Anywhere from 150-175 people crammed into a large upstairs room, accommodated by only one fan, and outside it was about 95 degrees. Imagine how hot it got in the meeting room!

Again, the believers were crammed in crossed-legged on the floor, women on this side, and men on that side. Something like a flower lei was put around our necks, and many people took snapshots of us. After two hours of songs and testimonies, Tom, I, and Sangat taught the Word. While Tom and I shared, Sangat, or someone else would interpret. It made things move more slowly, but neither the pace of the meeting nor the temperature dampened anyone’s enthusiasm for the Word. In addition, many of the people were amazed when they heard interpretation of tongues and prophesy. After this, there was more singing, praying, and testimonies. After a four-and-one half hour fellowship, someone said “Amen”, and then people seeking ministering swarmed us, as if on cue.

I think the whole meeting went on for almost six hours, especially when you include the dinner that the believers prepared for us. When all was said and done we headed off for the hotel, once again to fight our way through the knots of things and beings on the road. When we finally made to our hotel, I was tired and opted to take a nap. When I awoke, Sangat told me that some of the believers that Tiwari was working with were coming to his hotel room for more fellowship. It took them about an hour to get there, and when they arrived, they asked questions of all for about two more hours. After that, they went home. They just could not get enough.

The next morning we had the excitement of riding a rickshaw to the train station. Our bags were loaded into the basket in the back of the rickshaw, then our wiry drivers slowly picked up speed. We weaved around more cows, cars, scooters, and a variety of vehicles, to finally get to the train station. We bid Tiwari and the others farewell, and hopped on the train back to Delhi.

I have to say that visiting the believers at Kanpur was like nothing I have ever experienced. The hunger in the eyes of many of the believers touched me very deeply. In spite of the place that Kanpur is, I left believing that if God’s Word could live there-and it is living there-God’s Word can live anywhere.

After we got back to New Delhi, a tremendous believer named Vijay treated Tom, me, and Sangat to dinner at hotel he said that Bill Clinton stayed at whenever he was in India. I knew it would be no Motel 6. The restaurant was a shock to my senses, but in the opposite way that Kanpur had been. They catered to us in every way, and the lavish surroundings were eerily unreal, especially after having seen such poverty in Kanpur. I stared at the oversized drink menu, with one page dedicated to fine scotch, the facing page listing imported cigars. My head was swimming as the two waiters patiently anticipated our wishes. I thought about those saints in Kanpur, and I felt a twinge of guilt. Here I was in one of the world’s finest restaurants, waited on hand and foot, trying to decide on what cigar to get. I decided to not feel guilty, and against the cigars, and to allow Vijay’s generosity to bless me. I smoked tobacco from a hookah while sipping a scotch that was as smooth as a baby’s behind. We could only finish the appetizers because the portions were so large, which we enjoyed while watching a Lebanese Belly dancer.

Our last day in New Delhi was a slow day of shopping with Sangat, Beautrice, Sanbi, and Tom. We picked out gifts for our return home, and were surprised again at the Bains’ generosity. They ended up buying almost all the gifts we picked out for the saints in our home fellowships. Sangat patiently drove us from store to store, making sure that we could buy everything we wanted.

The last night at Sangat’s home was the icing on the cake for me. I had been filming much of our journey for a documentary, and I want to interview Sangat as part of it. I wanted to get some of his thoughts on tape, and questions that I believed other believers would like answered. He set forth what I like think of as a template for moving God’s Word anywhere in the world: how the Word started to move there, how does he handle abundant sharing, the appointment of leaders, and many other things. Rather than set out every detail here, I will suggest you watch the documentary.

Our seven fellow travelers went with us to the airport, only after giving Tom and me gifts for our families. They are sitting on the mantle above my fireplace. So, when you come to visit you can see them there, a reminder of the love they showed to us while we were there. Ashish gave both Tom and me a Hindi-English dictionary, and I understand my tests will start soon. It will be a big help for my next trip to India. Should the lord tarry I would love to go back and visit again the saints who touched my life so beautifully while I was there. I had been enriched with a renewed passion for my wonderful God that I caught from the believers in India.

Yours truly,

Taylor Overbey
Muskegon, Michigan
April 22, 2004

[Caveman]

Testimony given by Ashish and Ram Singh after they returned from Shyam Pur, Utranchal Pradesh; their visit to the believers in the area was from June 23rd to July 14th 2004.

1. Munni Devi, a lady (28 yrs) since she was 18 yrs when she got married, she suffered madness every 6 months. This madness began around the month of June and she was of less level of madness after 6 months. When this madness came she run away into a forest and she tore her cloths and wondered here and there in the wilderness and in the city also and whenever she was found by her husband and the family, she was forcefully taken back to her home and she was bound by heavy chains so that she would not run away to the wilderness again. However, she broke the chains each time and run away. Often times she climbed on a high voltage electric wired pole and the high voltage, 2400 voltage, current did not effect her. She beat herself and there were cuts all over her body also she was fierce and beat people who came around her. The husband and his family joined Hindu religious group to get her deliverance but there were no effect on her.

Ram Singh who lives in Shyam Pur spoke God’s Word to her when she was in sense and also to her family that the True God could deliver Munni Devi and they believed. Since then the effect of devil spirits on her diminished gradually so her husband left to Delhi, the capital city of India, to work and her mother in law and sister in law left to Delhi where they lived since there was no need to look after her and her children. However, Munni Devi continued to hear the voice of devil spirits to scare her from out side the house daily though she did not see them. At times they heard noise around their home to scare her and her 3 children since they were the only ones living at home, however no harm was done to her or to the family.

When we met her she and her children were ready to leave for Delhi to join her husband, where we were from, about 160 miles south of Sham Pur to get away from this situation. We preached the Word of God that nothing could harm her; we told her that God was with her and there was no need for her to fear and we also taught her about the authority we have in Christ Jesus and if she commanded the devil then it would have to obey her and would absolutely leave her. She believed and we lead her and her 3 children, 1 eldest daughter (10 yrs) and 2 sons, (8 yrs and 6 yrs) to speak in tongues at the same time. We also told them the benefits and the power of speak in tongues. The same night they spoke in tongues and since then she had no fear of devils and the disturbances from the devils ceased and she decided not to go to Delhi but to look after their family home in Shyam Pur. After seeing her deliverance, that she was no longer getting mad at the month of June, people in the town were astonished and wondered how she was delivered and they began to come to the fellowship that we held in Shyam Pur and we lead them to salvation and they believed.

2. At the beginning of each fellowship after opening prayer, we let the people know that anyone who desired healing, would be healed and we made the time for ministering healing after the fellowship. One of the fellowships was held at Kuppies’ house. After the fellowship elderly woman (65 yrs), a mother of Dhan Singh, came for healing because about a week ago while she was cutting wood used for fuel for cooking, a large tree suddenly fell on her back at the waist area and she was injured badly. She had to have some one to help her to walk and she needed a stick for support. She was in extreme pain. Ram Singh singh asked her what she wanted. She desired that she wanted to walk normally again and the pain also to go away from her.

Ram Singh after hearing what she wanted just said “stand up and walk”, then she stood up and walked without support of other person or a stick and the pain was also gone immediately. People in the fellowship wondered at the miracle that they saw. She henceforth for the next 11 days continued to attend fellowships while we were in Shyam Pur and she had to walk a mile and a half one way to the fellowship.

3. We daily conducted fellowship outside a house in a yard because of great number of people attending the fellowship and all could not be contained in a house. Those days, since Sham Pur was a farming area, they needed and desired rain and they prayed with us for the rain. We had fellowship outside the house for seven days straight every night and we had no rain but the next day Munni Devi wanted fellowship in her home so we had a fellowship in her house since her house was large enough and that night there were about 70 people, many were young, attended this fellowship. We began the fellowship around 9:30pm and finished it around 4:30am and this was the pattern of fellowship everyday because the hunger of the people to hear the Word of God. That particular day when we had fellowship in the house it rained heavily and the farmers were extremely blessed with abundance of rain and they gave thanks to God at the same time. The rain started as everyone entered the house and it stopped when they left the house early in the morning.

That early morning as we just began to sleep, Dhan Singh (a man about 27 yrs) came to the house of Munni Devi to call us. His wife was suffering from high fever for a week and she had fever of 105 degrees. He spent about $ 100, which was very much money especially for the people in this area, for the treatment. Dhan Singh heard about the deliverance that was available from the True God and heard about us having come from Delhi thus seeking deliverance of his wife, he came early morning, 4:45am just after the fellowship was over.

He and his relatives were ready to take his wife to the hospital that night, however due to rain they stayed at home. Dhan Singh wanted to meet us at the night also but he could not come to the house of Munni Devi because of the intense rain that night. He believed that we could deliver her wife. He woke Ram Singh up and requested him to come to his house to heal his wife, however Ram Singh told him that you believe that she was healed then she should be healed at that moment. Dhan Singh believed, however Dhan Singh requested us to come along with him to his home which we did. Once we reached his house, his wife was resting without fever yet she was very weak because of many days of high fever as she could not eat anything for these days. As we shared the Word of God to Dhan Singh, his family and others who came his house, many never heard the Word of God, his wife sat up and heard the Word of God also. Dhan Singh wanted to learn how to minister healing so I showed him by commanding the weakness in her wife’s body to leave and immediately his wife stood up and walked and decided to go for a morning walk and everyone in the room was astonished at the Power of God.

4. One of the fellowships was held at Mamta’s (35 yrs) home and a lady who attended her home fellowship requested Ram Singh to heal her baby water buffalo because she has not been eating grass or dinking water for the past 3 days. Because of pain she, the water buffalo, sat for a while then stood up the next moment for a while and she repeated this continually and did not sleep at all. The owner of this buffalo requested Ram Singh to go to her house to heal the buffalo after the fellowship, however Ram Singh said to her to believe then the water buffalo should be healed instantly. She believed and during the fellowship she sent her husband to check the baby buffalo and he found that she was eating grass and was in healthy condition. The next day she gave this testimony in the fellowship held in Prema’s home and this strengthened the faith of believers and gave joy to them.

5. One of these days, Kuwar (19yrs boy) came to Ashish during the day time and asked him that he wanted to interpret tongues and he did so. Now Kuwar had hearing problem and his friends also made fun of him calling him a deaf man and he felt bad about this. And due to this he was unable to hear the Word of God taught during the fellowships. So Ashish asked him what he wanted and he said that he want to hear normally. Then Ashish commanded saying “ears be opened” and at the same time his hearing was restored and heard sound clearly even from far a way and he was filled with joy. He believes now that his hearing is better the dogs. Since he received this deliverance, he continued with us in the fellowships daily which we used to have from 9:00pm to 4:00am.

6. One of the leaders in Shyam Pur, Raju (about 30 yrs), he had a severe stomach ache and head ache so he returned from his work around 4:00pm. He called Ashish and desired healing from him. Ashish commanded the head ache and stomach pain to go away in the name of Jesus Christ and at the same time he received relief from the pains and he expressed his joy and that night he gave this testimony during the fellowship.

7. One day we were at one of the leaders home around noon and taught the leaders the Word of God and while we were teaching we noticed a girl hiding behind a tree but listening to what we were teaching. The next day when we were again at this leader’s home and teaching, this girl came near and was listening also so we asked her name and asked her, Pinky is a 12 years, why she was hiding behind a tree. She told us that her mother did not allow her to hear the Word of God as her mother was believer of Hindu faith and she did not want Pinky to hear the Words from the Bible. She learned while she was listening behind a tree the day before that she could ask God anything and He would give her. So at night she asked God that her mother should be sleeping or out of house the next day when we came to teach the Word of God because she was blessed to hear the Word of God. So the next day when we were teaching the Word to the leaders, her mother was sound asleep so she was able to come right near to us to hear the Word of God. And this manner she was able to hear the Word of God each day we were at the leader’s home to teach the Word of God. Pinky told us a testimony one day that she had to learn a difficult chapter for one of the subject that she took in her school. She initially spent about 2 ½ hrs yet she could not learn anything and she remembered that she could ask God anything so she decided to ask Him to help her learn then she was able to learn the chapter in just 30 minutes and when she was asked from her teacher about the chapter she was able to tell her in detail and her teacher praised her and Pinky was the only child who could answer all the questions.

8. There was a lady believer (about 35 yrs), Prema, who was poor who could not afford to fix her roof and was need of plastic sheet to cover the roof of her home (a hut) but she could not afford to purchase it and the rainy season was about to begin. So she prayed to God to supply the plastic sheet which is not inexpensive. The next day she went to a forest to collect wood for fuel for cooking and while she was returning from the forest, she saw from a distance a black thing on the ground and she went to saw what it was then she discovered that it was a new sheet of plastic folded neatly. She was astonished because she found this sheet of plastic in the forest, perhaps something like this could happen in the city but not in the forest. She picked up the sheet of plastic and gave thanks to God and returned to her home and put that sheet on the roof. The sheet was exactly the size of her roof and she gave thanks to God and people around were surprised because the sheet of plastic was just the perfect size for her roof.

One night Prema desired to eat meat as she could not afford to buy meat which is more expensive than vegetables and also she had large family member so buying meat was luxury for her and her family. She asked God that the next day she wanted to eat meat and to bless the family with meat. The next morning when she went to collect wood with other villagers, about 25 of them. When everyone was dispersed to at one location and Prema became alone, she felt to go straight forward further into the forest, she found a large dear, 450 pounds, laying on the ground. She watched it for a while but the dear did not move at all so she went close to the dear and it still did not move so she touched the body and it was still warm and she decided to assist the dear to rise up but it did not at all move and she realized that the dear was dead and she saw the mark of tiger’s teeth on the neck, however for some reasons the tiger left the dear as it was. She remembered her prayer that she wanted to eat meat the next day and thanked God. Now since the dear was too heavy to carry by her self, she called the other villagers but before calling them she prayed to God that she could get the best piece of the dear. When the villagers came to the place where the dear lay, they all were astonished how she found the dear so large and they decided that Prema could choose the piece of the meat she wanted and she took the one of the hind leg portion of the dear and it was very heavy and it took four days for the family member to finish eating the meat.

9. While we were away from Shyam Pur to visit Jogiana and we stayed there for a night. Ram Singh from Shyam Pur was requested by one of the person who lived in the town to come and cast out devil from his child so he went and cast it out and the child was delivered immediately. That night wife of Ram Singh had a dream that the same devil that was cast out of the child and who troubled the town spoke to her from far away, “Are you going to throw me out of Shyam Pur? I will cause problems to you”. The wife of Ram Singh said to the devil, “God is with us so you try to come to near to us”. Then the devil asked her to forgive him saying, “I am extremely fearful of your God and I cannot come near you” and immediately it run away from her. God showed her that the entire Sham Pur is given to the believers.

10. Suresh, 6 years old child, continued to vomit and only his mother was with him at home. Because of much vomiting, he lied down and after while there was no more breath in him. One of the believers, Devi, (12 yrs) came to heal him but nothing happened. After one hour they were able to bring his father back to the house. When his father ministered healing to the Suresh, immediately his toe began to move and the breath returned to him and quickly Suresh returned to life.

11. This testimony was given by Gulab Singh, a leader of Dehera Dun area which also covers Shyam Pur area, the other day. This also concerns a water buffalo’s deliverance.

One of the new believer’s water buffalo has been sick for many days and has not been eating any grass nor gave milk. Gulab Singh during his visit in his area healed someone so this man desired how to minister healing. Gulab Singh told him briefly how to heal the sick. The man asked him whether water buffalo could be healed or not and Gulab Singh answered him that it was possible. The man asked him what he had to say to the water buffalo and asked Gulab Singh to write down what he had to say to the Buffalo so he wrote what he is to say to the water buffalo. At night when no one was around, the man went to the place where the water buffalo was and took the sheet of paper out of his pocket and read aloud what was written. What was written on the paper was, “I command you, sickness, go out of my water buffalo”. Immediately after he spoke what was written, the water buffalo stood up and began eating grass and since that time water buffalo is fine and giving plenty of milk each day.

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