Urgent prayer needed
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You don't know me but I"m a fellow SM and friend of Jeremy. He asked
me to
send you a copy of my letter for supporters to pray for the situation
right
now. He asks that you post it to his supporters as well so they can be
praying. He would write you himself right now but he's not feeling
the
greatest due to the Quinine he's taking for malaria. He couldn't make
it
down to the computer.
I urge you to pray for our friend and get everyone you can to pray as
well.
Thank you.
Kiana
Excerpts from my journal....
June 11, 2006
Sunday, Kemantian
I'll never forget it as long as I live. Nor will I ever be able to get
the
sound out of my mind.
I was helping out in the clinic earlier today with the normal flow of
patients for a Sunday morning, when around 11;30 am we heard someone
coming
up the trail wailing. We looked to see Buba carrying his younger
sister,
our friend Nurgina on his back. She had her eyes closed and was
screaming
at the top of her lungs, "Meningkag siu ne, meningkag siu ne..."
(let's
pray, let's pray)over and over again almost as a chant.
We forgot all things we were doing at present and thinking perhaps she
had a
horrible bout of cerebral malaria, we knew she needed quick action. We
rushed to her side and took her temperature and to see what we could
do.
Upon questioning Mami (her uncle and one of the most influential witch
doctors of the mountain) and Buba, Wendy realized that there was more
going
on than a mere physical problem, she was being attacked by the evil one
himself. Barely taking a breath, she said over and over in a voice of
nothing but shear desperation, "Help me. Where are you all? where's my
brother? my sister? my mom? help me. I'm going to die. I don't want
Satan.
Satan leave. Father God, where are you? Jesus, help me. Where's my
Bible?
Where's everyone at? Help me, Help me." She calls for each of her
family
members, begging for help, begging for prayer, for worship. She
repeats
herself about 5 or 6 times and then moves on to the next phrase in no
particular order. She even proclaims the name of the Lord as stronger
than
anything. Even now, I can here her cries of urgency.
She isn't awake though she's aware of her surroundings it seems because
she
sometimes responds to a certain person talking to her by calling out
there
name asking where they are. She starts out slowly then gets more and
more
desperate in her pleas for help. She doesn't really move except to
tense
her body and tighten her hands. Always crying, her eyes are very puffy
and
red.
Reports say that she began bing attacked yesterday afternoon when she
was
leaving church. THey said on the trail headed back she drank some
water,
turned her head kind of funny then started screaming for help and
telling
Satan to leave. Then she turned and ran the rest of teh way home. She
collapsed onto all fours when she got home and called out to her family
saying not to forget God, not to forget to pray, not to lose faith.
They
said she could walk and was semi-coherent. After sleeping all through
the
night, she woke up as she is now wailing and crying. Someone carried
her
all the way from her far jungle home to the clinic.
All my life I've been taught that nothing can harm you if you believe
in
God's holy angels protecting you. I heard that all you have to do if
you're
being attacked is call on the name of Jesus and they will leave you.
Little
Nurgina has been doing nothing but calling on the name of God since
this
started and we've all been praying constantly on her behalf. Still
she's
suffereing and struggling in this unseen battle. Perhaps this fight is
not
so wrapped and packaged like I thought. It requries our participation
and
constant faith. Nor is it as abstract either, it is right here at this
moment, all but visible within Nurgina.
I couldn't bare to look as she cries out "Father God, help me." And
then
she cries for Sublitu her close family friend, and one of the pastors
of our
church. Sublitu's heart was torn. His Palawan culture tells him not
to
cry, and yet his dear friend is lying in obvious agony calling for him
to
help. He wasn't sure what to do. I broke down and cried when I heard
him
answer, "I"m here little sister, I'm here." She only responded with
more
screams for help. Her voice never seems to give out, nor does she seem
to
be able to respond to us but I think she knows what's there. It seems
to be
rather visual too because her eyes move a bit under her eyelids. She
rebukes satan and tells him to leave in some of her most intense pleas.
A
this point we don't know what to do except pray and plead with God on
her
behalf as weel. We're each taking two hour shifts tonight so that
someone
is with her all through the night praying and so that her mom and two
of her
brothers are not all alone.
Tonight in a half hour it's my turn to pray. Lord, give me strenth,
keep me
awake, Help me to keep the prayers for dear sweet Nurgina. I just want
to
see her laugh and be her old self again, so strong, and so faithful.
June 12, 2006
Today (monday) Kemantian
Before I had fallen asleep I heard her shril cries peirce the night.
Cries
for help, cries to her loved ones, cries to God. All the way from the
clinic to my house they woke me up and gave me shivers up and down my
spine.
A little after 1AM Becky and I were relieved from our shift with prayer
for
Nurgina. I hadn't slept at all before then and was in dire need of
some
shut eye. Nurgina had slept quietly the whole 3 hour shift that we
were
there, but shortly after we left and were settled into our beds, I was
awakened by her scream. It seemed even more intense and urgent than it
had
all day.
We'd thought perhaps that she was better, she's so peaceful when she
sleeps.
She had even turned on her side and opened her eyes briefly. But she
was
not yet out of the torment. God in his mercy had merely granted her a
respite. All night long we prayed, claimed Bible promises, and prayed
some
more. I"m not sure how long this will last but she keeps hanging on to
the
fight, and we will too.
Lord Jesus, cover us with your blood, hold us in your hand and never
let go.
Do not leave Nurgina nor forsake her, your daughter. Keep fighting,
we
give you permission to keep battling the evil one until he has left.
Come quickly Lord Jesus and make this world a dark memory. Help us,
Help
us, Help us! May this all work out for Your glory. Give us weapons to
wage
war as well. Give us employment to fight on her behalf. That Your
name and
the precious blood of Jesus be exalted above any thing else is our
prayer.
As the drizzling rain calms our spirits, may we also dwell in the peace
that
You have already won.
"Worthy is the Lamb, who was slain, to receive power and wealth and
wisdom
and strenth and honor and glory and praise!" Rev. 5:12