Jail Ministry

     So, after getting back from Brazil I got up in church and shared a couple testimonies from my trip. I think it probably made a few people uncomfortable, but others approached me and told me how much it encouraged them. Many didn't know God was doing things like that!
     After church every Sunday, some of us go to the local jail and share Christ. This has always been the highlight of my week, as over 100 people have come to Christ through this ministry, and I've already seen the Holy Spirt moving there. For the women's session, normally we have 7-10 women. That particular Sunday only four women walked in. As they came in, I was asking the Lord to give me a word of knowledge. The phrase "urinary tract infection" popped into my head. They sat down and I began to speak. I spent the entire time sharing testimony after testimony about how the Lord moved and healed in Brazil. Each of the four women responded differently. One women cried with joy through my entire talk (it was about an hour). Another woman had a big smile on her face, and you could tell that she had no idea God did such wonderful things (she was a fairly new believer). Another woman looked slightly uncomfortable, and the last woman sat back with her arms crossed the entire time. It was clear that she didn't buy any of it.
     As I finished talking, I admitted to them that the Lord had possibly given me a word of knowledge, but that I was still working on discerning my voice from His, but that I couldn't leave without trying it out. So I asked them if anyone had a urinary tract infection. No one said anything. I was just about to apologize to them, when the woman who'd had her arms crossed asked, "Is that when you try to go pee and can't go?" I told yes. She instantly burst into tears. We all gathered around her and I asked if we could pray for her. She told us that she also had metal in her knee and couldn't bend it.
     We laid hands on her and began to pray. Immediately I began to twitch. After a moment I asked her if she was feeling anything. She said she felt searig heat in her abdomen and a sensation like something was leaving through the top of her head. We prayed for healing in her knee and asked for the metal to disappear. She got up and tried to bend it, but didn't see much improvement. We prayed again and she tried to bend it. This time I heard the other girls gasp. They said that was way more than she could bend it before. I asked her how much she was healed and she said 80%. That was where it topped off. She was balling the whole time. I asked her if she had received Christ as her Lord and Savior. She shook her head and said, "My sister's always tryin to get me to do that!" I asked her if she thought she was ready to do that, and she said yes. So we prayed right there and she gave her life to the Lord. God is so much fun!!
     I repeated the same thing for the men's session (only to a much larger audience). I got another word of knowledge as they came in- hepatitis. I knew, however, that there was a good chance no one would admit to that one. Out of obedience, I gave the group the word at the end. No one responded. I waited for a long time, and no one ever came forward. I prayed for them anyway. They began to walk out of the room at the end of the session and a young kid approached me. He told me that as soon as I said the word "hepatitis" he felt electricity shoot through his body. I asked him if he had hepatitis. "I don't know..." he said. I laughed and said, "Well if you did, you don't anymore!"
     A few Sundays later, at my pastor's request, the jail bought a horse trough and we baptized over 20 people.