A Heart For Viqueque

31 Aug

That morning, Ps Yew Lin had the honor of sharing the word and we prayed specifically for the District of Viqueque (its pronounced VKK). This district is extra special because FCBC has been selected to adopt this district. Unfortunately, we do not have any missions team or base there. Recently, 400 over houses were being burnt up in the district due to the unrest. Also, the infrastructure for this district is not sufficiently set up and they do not even have a proper guest house for us to stay, should we visit. There is apparently only a Catholic orphanage which is run by some nuns and they are willing to provide housing for us.

Ps BC felt that for this trip, as a blessing to the other districts, we will not be making a trip down South to Viqueque so where we were, in Lospalos, we prayed for Viqueque from afar. We asked the Lord specifically for teams, local partners and even a couple to be stationed there. We also prayed that by the end of this year, we would see someone or groups of people taking full ownership of that land…. The Lord gave us some visions as we prayed… that Viqueque is like a choked-up place. I saw a vision of a big bottle filled with lots of treasure inside but it was corked up. Another vision the Lord gave to me was a dry well and I saw many people pouring water into in. Later, Ps BC shared with me that indeed the visions I saw was correct. The wells in Viqueque are really dry. May the Lord uncork the bottles of treasure and fill the dry wells to overflowing so that the Work and Word of God can be penetrated into this specific district. It’s OURS as we learn to claim the inheritance that God has given to us, just like Abraham when he saw the vast land in Gen 13:14. Lift up your eyes from where you are and look North, South, East and West. All the land that you see I will give to you and your offspring forever. What an awesome promise for us to claim!!

That night, I had a vivid dream of Ps VT driving in a 4-wheel drive (like the type we were driving) and going round the mountains in Timor. He was so fearful of the sides that he kept shouting out. Somehow, this came as another surprise to me – I was told later that he had been to Timor twice and each time he drove, he would be fearful of the road. Ha! What was God trying to tell him? I must tell him my dream when there is an opportunity … is there a higher calling for him?? Hoho!