Reinhard Bonnke’s final crusade in Africa

Reinhard Bonnke’s final crusade in Africa – November 2017

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Reinhard Bonnke Preaches for the Last Time in Africa

We have just returned from a very special and very emotional service. Tonight, Evangelist Reinhard Bonnke preached the Gospel for the last time on African soil after 50 years of powerful ministry. His wife, Anni and his children were with him on the platform. Our national directors and many ministry friends from all over the world were there to be a part of the historic moment. More than 1.7 million people attended the five days of meetings. Countless miracles took place and many thousands of salvations were recorded. I cannot imagine a more fitting way to celebrate 50 years of Evangelist Bonnke’s ministry than with one more massive harvest of souls in Africa. It was truly a remarkable and historic event. It will stand out in my memory as one of the most precious days in my life.

We faced an unusual level of resistance this week – such as I have not experienced in my time with the ministry. But the Lord spoke to us clearly that what we were experiencing was birthing pangs. Although this crusade was Evangelist Bonnke’s Farewell in Africa, it is really just the beginning of something new and wonderful. God has given me the vision for a “Decade of Double Harvest.” I believe that over the next decade, we will see another 75-million people won to Christ and tonight was the beginning. No wonder we are feeling the pangs of birth. I will share more specifics on this in the days to come, but for now it is enough to say we are on the threshold of “even greater” things. As Evangelist Bonnke has often said, “Nothing diminishes in God.”

This also marks the last crusade of the year. As we approach the end of one year and the beginning of another, I am so thankful for those of you that have stood with us so faithfully through your prayers and giving. Please continue to stand with us as we enter this new season of harvest. All hands are needed on deck. The best is yet to come. We love and appreciate each one of you.

Yours in the Gospel,

Evangelist Daniel Kolenda

Together with Reinhard Bonnke, Peter Vandenberg, and the whole CfaN Team



The number is staggering: 75,913,155. That’s how many people have come to Christ through the ministry of Reinhard Bonnke, as reported by his organization Christ for all Nations (CfaN). 

The German-born evangelist said on CfaN’s website. “I want not only to see a gigantic harvest of souls but to pass my burning torch to a new generation of evangelists.”

Bonnke, his wife Anni, and their young son moved to the tiny African nation of Lesotho in 1969. The couple spent seven years working there as missionaries. It wasn’t easy. Bonnke says it was during those difficult years that he started praying to see more souls saved across the African continent. He says God gave him a vision for “a continent washed in the blood of Jesus Christ.”

The early days in Lesotho (1974)

In 1974, Christ for All Nations was birthed, and since then more than 75 million people have accepted Christ through the ministry. All these years later, Bonnke says the vision still burns in his soul. “Whether I am eating or drinking, awake or asleep, the vision is ever-present. It never leaves me.”

Now, at 77, Bonnke is passing the torch to a new generation of evangelists as he prepares to retire after more than 40 years in ministry. Lead evangelist of CfaN, Daniel Kolenda, has been tapped to succeed Bonnke.

The preparations for the final crusade involved “500,000 counselors, 200,000 intercessors, a choir of over 23,000 and a security force of over 10,000,” said John Darku, CfaN’s African director. “There is great excitement from all the churches in the country, and we are expecting a spectacular harvest of people coming to Christ.”

Source: Christ for all Nations

Joel News International, March 15, 2017

Bonnke’s Lagos campaign drew a crowd of 1.6 million people (2000)

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See also: Reinhard Bonnke 1940-2019 – Legacy of Harvest


18,000 Muslim leaders led to Christ in West Africa


In the last 15 years Brother Thomas and his team have led 18,000 imams, mullahs, and emirs to Christ. “We have led several Al Qaeda commanders to Christ, some of whom penetrated our centre as spies.”

Muslim scholar, West Africa

At 19, a leper first introduced him to Christ and a blind man led him to salvation. “His reading braille captivated me,” says Brother Thomas*. “I asked him where I will go when I die.” In response to the young man’s request, the blind man quoted Scripture from the Book of John. The power of God’s Word left a lasting imprint on his heart and propelled his future ministry. “I didn’t understand the cross or what my decision meant, but I went ahead and received Jesus as my personal Lord and Saviour.” Raised in a Muslim home and community in West Africa, he experienced hostility, but took it in stride. “Every true believer should experience opposition,” he maintains. “The important thing is the discovery of the life-given Spirit in Christ. I found a new life.”

Two years after his life-changing conversion, he felt an overwhelming desire to share the Good News. “I saw my people were living in darkness,” he says. Although he had little training, he began to travel from village to village for several weeks at a time. “Nobody told me to go. I didn’t know many of the Scriptures,” he admits, “but I wanted to tell people that Jesus can give you eternal life.” Through eventual contact with Sudan Inland Mission (SIM), he received further training. In 1990, he went on staff with Campus Crusade for Christ and served with them for a decade, utilizing the impactful JESUS Film. In 2000, he started his own organization, which targets Muslim leaders throughout West Africa. “They the leaders are sincerely deluded,” he observes. “Satan has blinded their eyes. They cannot see the light of the gospel.”

“They were born into it,” he continues. “Nobody told them anything different. Most people in West Africa are not Muslim by choice. They are born into a community that believes in Islam.” Brother Thomas decided he and his team would have to approach the “custodians” of the community of Islam, something very few are willing to do. “Christians never take the initiative to go to them,” he observes. “The Bible never tells us to wait for them to come to us. The Bible says to go. The lack of going to the Muslims is disobedience.” Brother Thomas and his team develop relational connections with Muslim scholars slowly and privately. It may take weeks or months of meetings before an Islamic scholar will discover the Truth.

“We met with a Shia leader in one country for a year,” he notes. After Islamic services on Friday, this Muslim leader would drive several hours to spend a weekend with Brother Thomas. “I went through the Word teaching him.

The turning point was when he realized that Jesus is God.” Remarkably, this imam actually stayed in the mosque, but his message changed dramatically as a follower of Jesus. The man’s changed perspective did not go unnoticed.

“They took him to a psychiatric hospital and took his wives away. They said he was mad,” Brother Thomas says. After his release from the psychiatric facility, Brother Thomas urged the man to escape. “We don’t know where he is today. Quite a few of these leaders who converted have died.”

Muslim scholar

Another Muslim leader who met with Brother Thomas made regular appearances on national TV during Ramadan. “He came to Christ because we proved to him the Quran is not the inspired word of God and is not in the program of God for salvation,” he recounts. One Friday evening a mob of other scholars came to kill the recent convert, but were unsuccessful. “He was fearless,” Brother Thomas says. “They gave his wife to his best friend and took his daughter away because he rejected Islam. This year he was poisoned and died.” Brother Thomas believes that in the top ranks of Islamic scholars, many are atheists, because they no longer believe in the inspiration of the Quran.

In the last 15 years Brother Thomas and his team have led 18,000 imams, mullahs, and emirs to Christ. “We have led several Al Qaeda commanders to Christ, some of whom penetrated our centre as spies.” His team of 300 has dwindled to 65, due to the intensity of the fight. “Some have died, some left us, and some became afraid,” he says. He has developed a training program that is bearing fruit wherever it has been employed. Brother Thomas believes the church has been ineffective in reaching Muslims because they have concentrated on methods and strategies. “Christians want to bribe the Muslims to faith through relief and compassion, but those methods do not save. If you give relief to them it will not save them.” For salvation Muslims must discover Christ through His Word.

*name changed

Source: God Reports

There is an ongoing underground revival in the Muslim world. Over the past 20 years more Muslims have found Isa (Jesus) then in all the previous centuries together. See links:
Iran: where Christianity is growing fastest
Iran – fastest growing evangelical population
The Staggering Rise of the Church in Iran
Many Muslims are turning to Christ
Jesus and Muslims: Life in the desert
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Muslim woman returns from the dead to tell about Jesus

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The church on the camel’s path

West Africa: The church on the camel’s path

And all this took place in the space of one year!

This spreading of the gospel is what Ahmed and his team call ‘the church on the camel’s path’.

Weat Africa

Maysa was an ordinary West African woman. She and her husband owned livestock and traveled about the countryside with groups of other nomads looking for grazing area for the animals. The couple were both Christians, alone in an area where everyone else was Muslim, and they had no church or Bible study to join.

Maysa realized that since none of the other people in her nomadic community could read, she had to be the one to bring the life-giving story of the gospel to her people. So she attended a training seminar offered by a missions organization, in which she learned how to tell stories from the Bible, beginning at creation and moving forward chronologically toward Christ.

As soon as she rejoined her family, Maysa began sharing these stories with other nomadic women. She told them how God repeatedly made himself known to men like Abraham and Moses, so that mankind could live according to His will. After every story, the women would discuss what the stories meant and, if they were true, how their lives would need to change to obey the God of truth. Within a few weeks, more then 40 women had accepted God’s gift of salvation and eternal life through his son Jesus.

Their husbands were quick to notice the change in their lives, and started asking Maysa‘s husband probing questions while they were out grazing their livestock. He was privileged to lead many of the men to Christ as well. After this, the men stopped their practice of raiding villages and instead began to take the good news of God’s Word to other nomadic groups of Muslims.

“Why did you leave them? You have space in your car.”

About one year later, two men named Ahmed and Mechela were driving through the desert, on their way to visit some Christ followers in a distant region. They belonged to the mission team that had trained Maysa how to make disciples by chronological Bible storytelling, and now they were travelling to an area 200 kilometers away.

As they bumped along the rutted dirt track, they came upon two elderly men walking with large burdens wrapped in blankets on their shoulders. The men had heard them coming and were waving them down, asking for a ride. Because the region was frequented by bandits, Ahmed was suspicious and didn’t slow down. He accelerated and roared past the elderly men.

But after a moment, the Holy Spirit pressed Ahmed. “Why did you leave them? You have space in your car.” Ahmed threw the car into reverse and picked up the hitchhikers who, relieved, clambered into the backseat. “We are taking a dowry gift to a young man in a distant village,” one of them explained. “We would have been walking all day if you had not come past.”

“Oh, we already know that story!”

Mechela asked: “Do you know God?” Throwing their heads back in laughter, the passengers replied: “Of course we know God! Who do you think made you stop and give us a lift?” Surprised, Mechela asked: “Would you like to hear a story?” The men readily agreed. “Do you know where the whole world came from? It was like this: in the beginning…” Mechela was abruptly interrupted. “Oh, we already know that story!” cried the hitchhikers in unison.

They quickly discovered that the men knew all the stories the missions team would teach new believers! Ahmed asked: “Where did you learn these stories?” The men answered: “Last rainy season a man moved to our village and taught us these stories and many others.”

During the remainder of the trip Ahmed and Mechela were able to piece things together. They traced the source of the Bible stories that the men had learned all the way back to Maysa and her husband, who had led others to become disciples of Christ, who in turn had gone to distant villages and shared the gospel with more nomads. These two elderly men, hitchhiking their way through the desert, were the fifth generation of Christ followers growing out of Maysa’s efforts, and they were on their way to share the gospel with a young couple who would soon be married and would carry it on to others. And all this took place in the space of one year!

This spreading of the gospel is what Ahmed and his team call ‘the church on the camel’s path’.

Source: Maysa, Ahmed and Mechela, interviewed by Jerry Trousdale for his book ‘Miraculous Movements’

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Living a Life of Fire

Daniel Kolenda wrote:  This book is very different. It is 628 pages crammed full of some of the most fascinating and thrilling stories you will ever read…and they are all absolutely true! It reads like a sequel to the book of ACTS and every minister will draw courage and inspiration from its pages…especially evangelists.

It is especially interesting to me because I have heard Evangelist Bonnke tell many of these stories firsthand and they are unforgettable. Here is an abbreviated excerpt of one such story from Chapter 18. Enjoy…


My phone rang. Brother Harold Horn, someone I had known since my arrival in Lesotho, said, “Reinhard, come to Kimberly and preach to us.” I said, “I will come.”

…Friday night as I sat on the platform I looked across the gathering of 200 people. Not one young person did I see in the room. Not one. I leaned over to Harold, who was near to me, and asked, “Where are the young people?” He nodded sadly, acknowledging that I had correctly seen the problem. Every head in the room was gray. I preached. The service was closed, and the people filtered out to their cars to go home. When they had gone, Harold came to me.

“Reinhard, would you like to see the answer to your question? Would you like to know where all the young people in Kimberly are?”

“Yes, I would,” I replied.

“I will show you. Get into my car, and I will take you there.”

…He drove through the streets, turning this way and that until he came to a large building at the edge of a warehouse district. The building was ablaze with gaudy neon signs. One large sign blinked out the word, disco, disco, disco…The parking lot was jam-packed to overflowing with vehicles. …As he turned off the key I could hear the boom, boom, boom, of the heavy bass beat coming through the walls of that building. The so-called music seemed to shake the very ground beneath us with an ungodly spirit. “This is a den of iniquity,” I said sadly…He nodded. “This is the latest thing, Reinhard. It is called a discotheque, a dance club. It is a craze that is sweeping the whole world right now, and young people everywhere are very attracted to it. … Let’s go inside.”

“Oh, no,” I said. “Let’s go home. I have never gone to such a place. It would be an abomination to me… But as I turned to get into the car I felt bad inside. I stopped in my tracks. This is when the Holy Spirit began to speak to me. Since I had come this far, something seemed wrong if I now turned away. But I had no idea what the Spirit wanted me to do. I just couldn’t leave.

“Let’s take a look inside,” Harold suggested. Suddenly, this seemed exactly right. Everything in my spirit said yes. I nodded. “OK, Harold. Let’s just take a look at this disco.” …We came to the door and stood there. I felt the Spirit say to me very clearly, Look inside. I will show you something you do not know. I took a deep breath then opened the door. The blast of music must have knocked the hair back from my forehead. I have never heard such volume in my life. It was deafening. But it was in that instant that I received a spiritual vision of the reality of the disco. In the flash of the strobe lights, I did not see young people dancing with joy. I saw frozen images of boredom, fear, loneliness, and insecurity, one after the other, captured on the faces of those young people. The split-second flashes of light revealed these images, over and over and over again, like stop-action. Each of those haunted faces spoke to me of emptiness. Pure emptiness.

…Suddenly, I could not care less what anyone thought of me. I knew that I would preach in this disco. Nothing could deny the love of Jesus that I felt. I shut the door and looked at Harold. I heard the Holy Spirit say in my heart, Find the owner of this place. And so, I said to Harold, “Help me to find the owner of this disco.”

“What good will that do?”

“I must talk to him. Let’s find him now.”

“But what will you say to him?”

“I will ask him to let me preach in his disco.”

Harold laughed. “You won’t do that, Reinhard.”

“I will. I absolutely will.”

Harold followed me now. I inquired inside the disco, and we were led to an office at the rear of the building. The owner was a middle-aged businessman who looked to be very much a part of the rock-and-roll culture. He had long hair, gold chains around his neck, an open-collared shirt, and blue jeans. I said to him, “Sir, I’ve come all the way from Germany. I am asking you for permission to allow me to address the young people in your disco for just five minutes.” He looked at me from top to toe. “You’re a preacher,” he said. I was still dressed in my suit and tie. I nodded. He said, “If you want to preach you should preach in a church.”

“There are no young people in the church,” I said. “They don’t come to the church so the preacher must come to the young people. Now give me five minutes, only five minutes, I ask of you.”

“You’ve got to be kidding.” He shook his head in disbelief, then turned around and walked away. “There is no way, man.” He had no sympathy for my plea at all.

As he was walking, suddenly the Holy Spirit touched me. He said to me, Tell him what you saw when you looked into his dance hall. I went after the man and took him by the arm. He turned to face me again. “One question, sir,” I said, looking deep into his eyes. “Do you think the young people find what they need for life in your disco?” Slowly the face of that man changed. He looked down thoughtfully. When he looked up again he said, “It is very strange that you would say that. I have children of my own. I’ve thought many times that the disco will not give the young people what they need for life.”

“I beg you, sir, give me five minutes with them.” He was thoughtful for a moment. “OK, but not tonight. Saturday night, tomorrow night at midnight, I will give you the microphone for five minutes.” I grabbed his hand and shook it. “It’s a deal, and thank you, sir. I will be here.”

…The next night I…dressed in casual clothes. I did not want to look like a preacher just coming from church. I needed disco camouflage….When at last the clock struck twelve, the music stopped. I jumped up and onto the stage where the records were being spun. I took the microphone from the disk jockey and shouted, “Sit down, sit down, sit down. I’ve come all the way from Germany, and I’ve got something very important to tell you.” Suddenly the young people began sitting down everywhere. It was then I realized I was not in church but in a dance hall. …Most of the young people plopped right down on the floor. There they sat, smoking cigarettes and chewing gum, waiting for me to tell them something very important that I had brought with me all the way from Germany.

I started to preach one minute, two minutes; suddenly the Holy Spirit was there; I mean the wind of God blew into that disco. Suddenly I heard sobbing. I saw young people getting out their handkerchiefs and starting to wipe their eyes, crying everywhere. …I had preached enough to know that when people start shedding tears, it’s time for an altar call. I said, “How many of you want to receive Jesus Christ as your Savior? How many want to find forgiveness for your sins and enter God’s plan for your life, as of tonight?”

Every hand that I could see in that place went straight up. I said, “Alright, repeat after me.” We prayed the prayer of salvation together. My five minutes were up. My work was done. I left walking on CLOUD number nine, rejoicing, absolutely rejoicing…

A year later I returned to Kimberly. Harold met me at the airport. He said, “Get in my car. I have a surprise for you.” I got in his car. He did not say anything about it; he just drove through the winding streets until he came to the warehouse district. The car stopped. I looked out of the window. I could not believe my eyes. I wiped them and looked again. Instead of seeing the big disco sign, there was a huge white cross on the front of the building.

“This is not the surprise,” Harold said. “Come inside.”

We walked up to that door where we had stood one year ago…”Are you ready for this, Reinhard?” Harold swung the door open, and I looked into a packed house full of young people. They were chanting, “Bonnke, Bonnke, Bonnke.” I cried out with joy. They rushed to me, hugging me and shaking my hands, bringing me inside. One young man said, “Remember me? I was the disk jockey that night that you came.” Another grabbed my hand. “I was operating the light show.” Another said, “We were dancing the night away. Now we are serving Jesus.”

“After you left town, the disco went BANKRUPT,” Harold shouted to me. “This disco is a church!” He was beaming from ear to ear.

A fine-looking gentleman came up to me. “We heard about what happened to the young people here. My church has sponsored me to be a pastor to these kids.”

I stood again on that disco stage looking at those faces, so different from the ones I had seen in the strobe lights a year ago. The lights were up full now. Even more, the light of the Lord’s favor was shining on every face.

I pointed my finger to the heavens and shouted, “Jesus!” – “Jesus!” they shouted back to me as one, making the walls to tremble.

“Praise Jesus!” – “Praise Jesus!”

“He is Lord!” – “He is Lord!”

“Hallelujah!” – “Hallelujah!”

Now that disco was rocking the right way. Kimberley’s true diamonds were shining in their Father’s eyes.

Bonnke, Reinhard. Living a Life of Fire: An Autobiography by Reinhard Bonnke. Harvester Services, Inc.

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Reinhard Bonnke’s beginnings in Africa

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Reinhard Bonnke

German missionary to Africa, Reinhard Bonnke (1940-2019) founded Christ For All Nations (CFAN) which now ministers to millions.

Converted at nine, he had a missionary zeal.  As a teenager, Reinhard saw Johannesburg in South Africa in a vision of a map of Africa.  At 19 he headed off to the Bible College of Wales to train as a missionary, even though he couldn’t speak English.  Three months later he was preaching in English!  There he learned practical principles of living by faith.

After a short pastorate in Germany where he married Anna, they left for German Pentecostal missionary work in Africa.  Working as traditional missionaries from 1967 to 1974 in Maseru, the capital of the small landlocked country of Lesotho, they saw meagre results. 

The early days in Lesotho (1974)

Near the end of that time Reinhard’s interpreter broke down during his message at a healing meeting one Sunday morning and sank weeping to the floor because of God’s awesome presence.  Waiting for the interpreter to recover Reinhard ‘heard’ the Lord speak ‘words’ which amazed him: “My Words in your mouth are just as powerful as My Words in My own mouth.”

The ‘voice’ repeated the sentence.  He ‘saw’ it like a movie in Scripture – Jesus told the disciples to speak in faith and it would happen.  “I suddenly realized that the power was not in the mouth – the power was in the Word,” said Reinhard.

Then, when the interpreter had recovered enough to speak, as he was preaching Reinhard ‘heard’ the Spirit say, “Call those who are completely blind and speak the Word of Authority.”

He did.  About six blind people stood.  He boldly proclaimed, “Now I am going to speak with the authority of God and you are going to see a white man standing before you.  Your eyes are going to open.”

Taking a deep breath Reinhard shouted: “In the name of Jesus, blind eyes open!” 

The power of his voice jolted even those on the stage.  It felt as though a flaming bolt of lightning was let loose in the building.  His voice was still resonating against the bare brick walls when there was another shout.  This time it was the shriek of a woman’s voice.  What she screamed shattered the silence that hung over the congregation: “I can see!  I can see!”

She had been totally blind for years.  The other blind people also saw.  The place erupted in excited cheers.  A woman handed her crippled boy through the milling crowd to Reinhard who sensed the power of God on the boy and watched amazed as his crippled legs shook and straightened.  He was healed.  The meeting went for hours as people screamed, shouted, danced and sang.

At the end of 1974, Reinhard relocated to Johannesburg and established Christ for All Nations (CFAN).  Early in January, when he was ill, he had a vision of Jesus similar to the Joshua’s vision (Joshua 5:13-15).  He wrote:  “I was very sick.  I didn’t think I would make it.  I went to doctors.  Nothing helped.  I was crying to God: ‘Lord what are you doing?  What is your plan?’  One afternoon I retired to my study.  A thirst for prayer came over me and I was hardly on my knees when I saw a most wonderful vision.  I saw the son of God stand in front of me in full armour, like a general.  The armour saw shining like the sun and burning like fire.  It was tremendous and I realised that the Lord of Hosts had come.  I threw myself at His feet.  I laughed and I cried … I don’t know for how long, but when I got up I was perfectly healed.”

When Reinhard flew to Gaberone in Botswana to buy time on radio there the Lord told him to hire the 10,000 seater sports stadium for a crusade.  The local Pentecostal pastor who agreed to help prepare for the crusade was amazed.  He had only 40 in his congregation!

The crusade in April 1974 with Reinhard’s evangelist friend Pastor Ngidi started in a hall which could seat 800.  On the first night 100 attended.  Healings happened every night, abnd people fell to the floor overwhelmed.  That was new to Reinhard.

By the end of the first week 2,000 people were packed into the hall.  So they moved into the stadium!  Thousands attended.  People were saved and healed every night and over 500 people were baptised in water within two weeks.

One night in the stadium, the Holy Spirit urged Reinhard to pray for people to be baptised in the Holy Spirit.  So he asked an African co-worker to give a message on the Holy Spirit.  Reinhard felt dissatisfied with talk because it didn’t mention tongues.

About 1,000 people responded to the call to be baptised in the Spirit.  As soon as they raised their hands they were all flattened shouting and praising God in new languages on the ground.  Reinhard had never seen anything like that before.  It continued to happen in his crusades.

Reinhard used an enormous tent which could seat 30,000 people.  Then the crowds grew so large no tent could hold them.  Some of CFAN crusades in Africa have reached huge open air crowds of 600,000 to 800,000 people and even over 1 million.

Lagos 1.6 mil.
Lagos 1.6 mil.

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The Primacy of Love, by Heidi Baker

The Primacy of Love

by Heidi Baker

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Roland and Heidi Baker are the founding directors of Iris Ministries, based in Mozambique, East Africa, from 1995.

Iris Ministries has planted thousands of churches, mostly in Africa, and cares for over 10,000 children daily.


1 Corinthians 13 serves as a significant reminder of what is most important in missions. If we speak the local language fluently, operate in signs and wonders and willingly sacrifice our possessions and even our lives for the gospel, it is still worth absolutely nothing without love.

When we are deeply rooted in the Father’s love for us, our love for him and for people will overflow in Spirit-empowered ministry that brings transformation to individuals and nations.

– Heidi Baker

The Primacy of Love

“If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.”  —I Cor 13:1-3 NIV

Love in not a concept or theory, or even an important part of missions, but the center of everything we do and why we do it. It is the very heartbeat of our movement. So what does love look like? Love has a face. It looks like something. It looks like someone. When we are motivated by love and are confident that “the God of the impossible” lives inside of us, we can do anything and go anywhere, and nothing will be too difficult. This is the great mystery: that God has chosen to inhabit and posses little jars of clay with His lavish love so that we can spread His fragrance to the darkest ends of the earth, and to every person we meet each day. When we know how extravagantly loved we are by the Father, we are able to lay down our lives in obedience with great joy. As ministers and missionaries, this is the life of joy to which we have been called.

The Father’s Delight

“There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear.”   —1 John 4:18 NIV

As a missionary I have been beaten up, stoned, shot at, shipwrecked, had knives to my throat, been thrown in jail, slandered, mocked and ridiculed many times over, but I’m not afraid. I am not ashamed of the Gospel. I have known persecution and suffering, and counted it all joy! I have walked into the middle of gangs armed with guns and knives and told them to stop what they were doing, in the name of Jesus, and they dropped their knives and said sorry! They were surprised to see that I wasn’t afraid of them. From where does that kind of confidence come?

One day I had a vision of the Father and He was smiling at me. I saw that He took great delight in me and His smile undid me.  He picked me up and danced with me all around a field. He loved the dance. We pirouetted. We leaped across the field. He danced and smiled at me.

I was completely undone by His love for me! I know that I am totally loved by my Father. This is the place from which my confidence flows. My fearlessness comes from knowing Him and knowing His delight in me. When the Father tells you that He thinks you’re awesome, you’ll go to the ends of the earth without hesitation.

We are also willing to hear his discipline when needed because we know He loves us.  Likewise, a wife who is in love will obey her husband.  It’s hard for a wife to obey a mean, grouchy husband, but when a woman is in love, she doesn’t have to be told to submit.  She will do anything to please the one with whom she is in love.  Obedience comes out of knowing you’re loved.  When you know you’re loved, you will go anywhere He sends you and do anything with joy.

Happy Missionary

People often say to me that it must be a huge sacrifice to work with the poor, to spend time in the slums and be exposed to malaria, cholera and dysentery.  My response is to laugh.  To me there is no sacrifice at all!  It is a joy because I have given my life for the One I love.  I find joy in being a missionary and doing what I am called to do.  I am a happy missionary!  To me, the poorest villages where I minister are simply wonderful! They are the most glorious place on earth because Jesus is there.  When you get a revelation of the Father’s heart for you, you love whatever He tells you to do and obedience is joyful.  He rips away your fear and you are able to do things that you wouldn’t normally do. And things that would usually bother you no longer do, because you’re moving out of love.

I Will Not Leave You as Orphans

As a ministry God has called us to take care of orphans and widows, but we never call our centers orphanages because the Father never leaves us as orphans (John 14:18 NIV).  He adopts us into His family and we become sons and daughters.

Sometimes people come to visit us and they expect to see ragged misery, but instead they are surprised to meet hundreds of happy children.  They wonder how an orphan can carry so much joy.  Our children know that they have been adopted and are no longer alone. They are in a family and live lives full of love and joy, knowing that they are sons and daughters.  In fact, they get to minister the Father-heart to our visitors.  These are kids that the world says are cast-off orphans.  And yet, generally they are a delight to be around. Jesus pours His extravagant love through them.

Baker Heidi children sleepAccess to Heaven

Every weekend some of our children come over to our house for a sleepover.  One day I was watching them as they ran in to our house, opened up the fridge and dumped the ice trays out all over the kitchen!  We don’t always have electricity, so when it’s on it’s very exciting because that means we all have ice.  It is such a delight for the children to have ice, and they get very excited about it.  My children didn’t come in and ask politely if they could have some ice.  They simply knew that they had access to the fridge!  They weren’t even that sweet or tidy about getting it.  They made a huge mess.  As I watched them eat the ice I was thrilled because I knew that they were confident that this was their home and that they had access to the things in our house.  The Spirit of adoption had healed their orphan hearts.

Like them, I am starting to understand that we have access to heaven’s resources.  Whenever I preach the Gospel in the bush of Mozambique, I always ask if there is anybody deaf or mute in the village.  When they bring the deaf-mutes to us for prayer, we are always confident that we have access to their healing because we know that we are co-heirs with Christ and that we are seated with Him in heavenly places.  We want to take that which God says is ours and release it in this world. As I lay my hands on them, they begin to hear and speak, and the village starts to come to Jesus.

When you understand who you are, then you will start taking risks.  But if you have an orphan spirit, you will be too afraid to try in case you fail.  Sons and daughters are able to flow in great humility and great authority at the same time.  They are confident that they have access to the Father’s house.  They know that they are His so they are able to suffer without fear.

I have watched our children preach the Gospel when they were being stoned, while visitors locked themselves in a truck!  They are mostly unafraid because they know they are children of the Most High God, loved and accepted.  They often fearlessly lay their hands on the blind and their eyes open up. They take hold of crippled legs and the cripples start to run!  We cheer them on as we watch them move in Kingdom power.  We even cheer them on when they fall short of the Kingdom.

The Father wants to embrace each one of us and tell us who we are until we believe Him and begin to move in unstoppable boldness.  Ministry and missions have to flow out of this place of confidence because we can only change the world when we understand who we are and who He is in us.  When we really understand that we are sent out as sons and daughters and not just servants and workers, it will change the way we minister and do missions.  We will flow out of radical love and fearless confidence.  We will move out of a place of rest rather than striving, and we will go long-term, without burning out.  We will finish well.

Abiding in Love

“I am the vine, you are the branches; he who abides in Me and I in him, he bears much fruit, for apart from Me you can do nothing.”  —John 15:5 NAS

How do we bear abundant fruit?  How do we birth revival and see whole cultures transformed, and nations bow at the feet of Jesus?  We can’t make revival happen.  We cannot create it.  We cannot force fruit to grow, just as a branch cannot bear fruit by itself (John 15:4).

The only way it’s able to bear fruit is by remaining in the vine. We cannot bear fruit that lasts unless we learn how to abide in Jesus.  It’s as we worship Him and enjoy His love that He creates the fruit.  We cannot create fruit, but we can live in intimacy!  A tree produces fruit by simply abiding, not striving.

Many of those who come to visit our ministry ask about our method and strategy for growing thousands of churches within a few years.  My husband, Rolland, and I start laughing because we know that we cannot produce anything ourselves.  We do not have a ten-point plan on how to bear fruit.  Fruit only comes from the One who is altogether perfect!  Our desire in life is to live inside of the heart of Jesus and to love Him. We don’t love Him to get fruit, but fruit always flows when there is intimacy.  When we abide in Jesus, the true vine, it just happens (John 15:1).

Our goal is not to be the leading church growth movement on the planet.  Our one desire is to be in love with Jesus, to love Him well and to abide in that love until it flows from us and touches every man, woman and child we meet each day.  We are on the mission field primarily to learn how to love.  That’s it.  It’s so simple that it scares people.  We don’t have anything else.  We didn’t just come here as teachers, but also as students of love, desperate to know how to reveal the heartbeat of Jesus to this dying world. We are just starting to learn.  My daily cry to God is, “More love, Lord!”

Our national brothers and sisters often lead the way.  They teach us what love and generosity look like.

Pruning the Vine

“Every branch in Me that does not bear fruit, He takes away; and every branch that bears fruit, He prunes it so that it may bear more fruit.”   —John 15:2 NAS

Abiding in Jesus also means we allow Him to cut off every branch in us that bears no fruit.  Out of His great love the Father cuts away everything that isn’t fruitful in our lives.  Sometimes it hurts, but the pruning is so that we will bear even more fruit.

When I was in Toronto once, I was on the floor seven days and seven nights under the power of the Holy Spirit.  I was unable to move in my own strength.  I couldn’t even lift my head, and I had to be carried everywhere, even to the restroom!  I couldn’t eat or drink by myself. It was almost like being a quadriplegic.  The Body of Christ had to take complete care of me.  When I was thirsty, the Lord had to speak to someone to come and pour water down my throat.  This was really difficult for someone as active as me, and I felt like I was going to die.  The Lord told me that’s exactly how He wanted me!  Dead.  He would then raise me from the dead.  During this time God was wooing me deeper in to His heart and showing me how I could do nothing without Him, and I could do nothing without His Body.  I was learning about dependence on Him and inter-dependence in His beloved Bride.  We were all created to be in family and can do nothing without each other.

On day three, as I was lying on the floor at church, I felt a hand on my chest and liquid love pulsated through me. I was completely undone, as I had never felt love like this before.  It was like a rolling river going through me, over and over again. I thought that the person who had his hand on me was the most anointed person on the planet.  Later Rolland told me that no one had been anywhere near me during that time.  The hand on my chest had been the hand of the Lord Jesus Himself! He was teaching me about His burning heart of passion.

Fruit Flows from Intimacy

At that time we only had three churches.  One of them was for our children and staff, so attendance was mandatory.  But after being stuck to the floor for seven days under the heavy, weighty glory of God, when I got up and went out, revival happened!  A team grew up around us.  After that experience of intimate love, fruit just started happening through our little lives and through our Mozambican and missionary family.  I began to see every miracle I had ever dreamed of.  Then the Lord spoke to me and told me He wanted more of my time.  He had to chop away the things that were not important to Him.  Where I minister in Africa, we face many pressures and long queues every day.

The needs seem overwhelming at times, so we have to contend for time in the secret place.  Without the Presence none of it means anything.  His Presence is what we live for, and ministry only makes sense when it flows out of this place of abiding. I determined to give Jesus even more of my time and not give in to the constant pressures around me.

I am learning that in the anointing we can produce more fruit in a day than a lifetime of striving and trying.  This is a place I must contend for daily.

Hearts Full of Passion and Compassion

Even though I had been a diligent missionary for twenty-nine years and preached the Gospel for thirty-three years, He still had to prune many things in my life to take me deeper into the secret place of His heart.  Some of my favourite times are walking and snorkelling with Jesus.  Just Him and me.  Fruit comes out of a laid-down love affair with Jesus.  God is not just concerned about how much we can sacrifice for Him by being on the mission field.  He is not impressed by how miserable we can be.  It doesn’t earn us brownie points in heaven!

He is concerned that our hearts are full of passion for Him and full of compassionate love for our neighbour.  A heart that is full of passion will do anything, go anywhere and withhold nothing.  This is how Jesus wants to send us out into His harvest field: full of passion and compassion.  He wants to captivate our hearts with love until they burn with holy fire and we walk the earth as the fragrance of Jesus.  I won’t go for any reason other than love.

What Does Love Look Like?

To be the love of Christ to those around us, we have to ask ourselves this question: What does love look like?  What does it look like, specifically, in the culture we are called to reach?  In my nation, Mozambique, where there is much suffering due to clean water shortage, loving a village looks like drilling a fresh water well so that people no longer have to walk for hours in the blazing heat to get a cup of clean water.

Loving those who are hungry and dressed in rags looks like food and new clothes.  However, this wouldn’t be a good demonstration of love to those living in London or Seoul, where there is clean water running out of taps constantly and most have wonderful clothing.  Most people in the first-world don’t lack severely in a material way.  They’re not malnourished, barefooted and dressed in rags.  We need to ask Jesus to give us eyes to see what their needs are.  And reach out to them with His heart in their poverty.  Even though they may not be literally hungry, they may be starved of love and acceptance.  To the lonely and rejected, love looks like acceptance and friendship.  It may look like a hug or a word of encouragement.  In the busy cities of the world, like Hong Kong, love may look like taking the time to sit with someone long enough to hear their story so that they know they matter.  Love may look like you sharing a meal with them in the middle of a busy day.

This should be our daily question: what does it look like to manifest the love of Christ to those that I meet today?

Teach Me How To Love!

“This is how we know what love is: Jesus Christ laid down His life for us.  And we ought to lay our lives down for our brothers.”  – 1John 3:16 NIV

When we lived in London, we spent a lot of time on the streets ministering to the homeless.  During this time I met a dying alcoholic named Patrick.  Nearly every day for two years I would tell him that I loved him and that Jesus loved him.  And nearly every day he would get really close to my face, look straight in to my eyes and tell me to go to hell.  I kept bringing him food and telling him that I loved him, and I kept crying out to Jesus to teach me how to communicate His love to this man.  One of my constant prayers is for the Lord to teach me to love.  I don’t want any other thing but to live inside the heart of Jesus and to manifest His love to a dying world.  Nearly every day for years, I would visit Patrick and tell him about love.  Often he would spit at me.   Sometimes he would take my food and sometimes he would throw it away.

Reduced to Love

“Let us not love with word or with tongue, but in deed and truth.”    —1John 3:18 NIV

One day as I was out on the streets again, a woman I was ministering to began to beat me.  She was a very angry and broken person.  She had been raped sixteen times and had spent a year in the hospital with a broken pelvis.  She was a lesbian and dressed like a man.

I often told her that I loved her and that Jesus loved her as I held her, fed her and ministered to her.  One day she was very drunk and stoned.  She was beating me and pushing me, but all I could feel was overwhelming love for her.  When I looked at her she was beautiful.

Jean had a broken bottle and she said she was going to rip open my face and throw me in the river Thames.  I told her how amazingly beautiful she was!  I knew that she too was called to adoption and was predestined to be a daughter of God.  As she told me that she was going to kill me, all I could see in her was beauty.  I told her I loved her.  After some time I began to feel very tired and thought I would either faint or die.  I told God that whatever happened I wanted His love to be known in that place.  Patrick was watching all this happen, and eventually he said he was calling the police.  I told him not to because I didn’t want Jean to go to jail yet again.  Then that man, who for two years had told me to go to hell, came and rescued me from her!  For two whole years I had loved him, but he couldn’t see, understand or feel that love because there was too much pain in his own heart.  Patrick grabbed me away from Jean, started sobbing on that street, and said, “For years you told me Jesus loved me.  Now I’ve seen His love and I want Him.”  We just held each other as he fell apart.  He held me and I held him.  In his dirty clothes and his scabies, lice and alcoholic state, I just held him.  He met Jesus that day because He saw love.

I believe we have complicated the Gospel.  Jesus wants to reduce us to the simplicity of love.  My cry is to be hidden inside God’s heart so fully that I manifest His glory and never touch it.  I want to be wholly hidden inside Him and love like Him; manifesting His love tangibly to the lost, the dying and the broken.  I want to be His fragrance everywhere I go and love, not just with words, but in action and truth.  A week after Jean tried to kill me, she came to my house with a dozen roses and said, “I’m sorry I tried to kill you.  I want Jesus.”  What a wonderful day!  She got set free from all her anger and pain.  That day she came home to the Father’s house.

Tenacious Love

Often we want plans and strategies to reach the multitudes.  But love looks like something and revival has a face.  Sometimes it looks like stopping for the same person, every day, for years, even if they keep telling you to go to hell.  Love looks like laying down our lives for our friends and believing that they are lovely even when they don’t seem lovely.  Jesus tells us that there is no greater love than to lay our life down for our friends.  In love He stretched out His hands on the cross and gave Himself freely.  He longs to fill His church with this same kind of love.  Love that compels us to lay our lives down for our friends, so that we love them, even when they spit on us, reject us and persecute us.  We love them when they are nice to us and when they are mean to us.  And we keep loving them, whatever it costs, and never give up!  If we love we cannot lose!  This is how we reveal God’s heart to this broken world.  Jesus wants to transform His Bride until she so radiates His tenacious love that no one can resist it!  I will not say that this is not difficult.  There are many days I don’t’ feel like loving at all.  I have failed many times.  But He keeps on showing me the point.  He keeps on forgiving my shortcomings and drawing me to His heart.

We often hear about revival in terms of multitudes, but I believe that the face of revival is stopping for the one that God puts in front of us every day.  If each one of us stopped long enough to see the brokenness of the one in front of us, and ministered the love of Christ to them, it would look like the revival of love and power we are praying for and longing to see.

The Church That Loves

“This is my commandment, that you love one another, just as I have loved you.  Greater love has no one than this, that one lay down his life for his friends.”   —John 15:12-13 NAS

One of our pastors in Mozambique, Pastor Sithole, ministered the love of Jesus tirelessly in many villages day after day.  He would walk and pray and pour out his life for love.  This angered some people of another faith.  They hated him for spreading the Good News.  So one day they came to his house and told him that he would no longer spread the name of Jesus.  They chopped off His tongue and cut off his lips so that he would no longer speak of His name. They chopped off his feet and told him that he would no longer walk and preach this message.  They chopped off his hands and told him that he would no longer feed people.  His wife and six children watched as this terrible thing was happening.  Then they chopped off his head.  In our movement hundreds of people have been raised from the dead, but Pastor Sithole wasn’t.  His cousin, Pastor Surpresa Sithole, one of our international Iris directors, called us.  The two of them had been very close.  Together we cried and prayed on the phone. As we wept we asked God what love looked like in this situation?  After we talked, Pastor Surpresa got in his truck and drove all day and all night with a huge sound system to the village where his cousin had been martyred.  The police had caught one of the murderers, so when he got there he asked for the murderer to be let out of jail.  Next he called the whole village together and said, “You may cut off our tongues, but you will never stop us from speaking about this message of love.  You may cut off our feet, but hundreds will run behind us.  You may cut off our hands, but we will still cry, ‘We love you, we love you, we love you!’  Because Jesus reached out His hands and He died for love.”  Pastor Surpresa shared this radical, ceaseless, endless love with the whole village, and with the very man that had tortured and murdered his own cousin.  The police said we were a crazy church and a crazy movement.  But they also said that we were the church that loves.  And thousands of people from another faith bowed their knee to Jesus that day because of love.

Radical fruit can only flow out of a radical life of obedient love and intimacy with Jesus.  What would you do for love?  Where would you go for love?  What would you give for love’s sake?  Wholehearted lovers will do anything and pay any price.  Nothing is too difficult for them because they are totally abandoned. Not all of us are called to die for Jesus, but all of us are called to live for Him.  Even if just one person reading this really understands what I am communicating, they would become a nation shaker. I am only a baby on this journey, but I know where I want to go.  If we would really live a life that is so radically obedient for love’s sake that there is no “No” left in us, there would be so much fruit that whole cities would be turned upside down.

Possessed by Love

As missionaries our primary job is to love. I always tell our staff that it doesn’t matter what we do or how much we achieve in a day.  What matters is how we went about it.  Did we go through the day loving those we met?  Did we treat the beggar asking for money with dignity?  Did we take the time to hear what he had to say?  Did we treat the children with patience when they misbehaved?  Did we stop long enough in our busy day to see those in front of us and look into their eyes?  If missions is just about programs and projects, then we need to stop, because what we do will be like a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.  If missions is about anything other than love, we need to stop and have more time in the secret place with Jesus.

Many of you may wonder who you are and what your purpose and calling is.  My prayer for you is that you move deeper inside God’s heart and become fully inhabited by love, because love is our highest calling and our greatest gift.  We can spend ourselves in service to the poor and give our lives to missions, but if we have not loved we have gained nothing.  But if each one of us stops to love the one in front of us, each day, we will see the revival of power we long for spread to the ends of the earth.


Reproduced with permission from
Supernatural Missions
edited by Randy Clark,

Global Awakening, 2012,

Chapter 11, pages 249-262.

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CONTENTS: Renewal Journal 13: Ministry

Pentecostalism’s Global Language, by Walter Hollenweger

Interview with Steven Hill, by Steve Beard

Revival in Mexico City, by Kevin Pate

Revival in Nepal, by Raju Sundras

Beyond Prophesying, by Mike Bickle

The Rise and Rise of the Apostles, by Phil Marshall

Evangelical Heroes Speak, by Richard Riss

Spirit Impacts in Revivals, by Geoff Waugh

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