Mosque Ministry
While in Amman, I spent most of my time in a mosque. Yes, that is correct. In a mosque, not a church.
Our team did not hold back, and we entered the direct source of spiritual warfare and oppression.
We never came in guns blazing. We knew we would come with gentleness and kindness. Being still, patient and allowing Holy Spirit to move us.
We went into the mosque almost every day. We got on our hands and knees to pray to God, NOT ALLAH, for these people to encounter Jesus for who he is. He is God, not just a prophet.
He made it clear that he would open the doors for people to approach us. We would not interrupt or interject anyone or come in as if we knew better. We came in empathetic and compassionate for his people ready for him to soften hearts.
We met many incredible people who God loves. We got to know and understand them. We got to see them, hear them, love them, and bless them. We drank a lot of Turkish coffee with the people we met from the mosque that have now become our friends. God provided so many opportunities to meet his children he is persistently after. We shared a lot about our faith and prayed for the people we met.
Entering the mosque and being in prayer has constantly led me to start weeping out of empathy for the women who are bowing down to Allah who unaware of the truth in who Jesus is. I prayed Philippians 2:6-11 over and over again for the women in the mosque.
“Though he was God, he did not think of equality with God as something to cling to. Instead, he gave up his divine privileges; he took the humble position of a slave and was born as a human being. When he appeared in human form, he humbled himself in obedience to God and died a criminal’s death on a cross.
Therefore, God elevated him to the place of highest honor and gave him the name above all other names, that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue declare that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.”
My team and I usually go to the very back to see all the women in front of us so we can pray and wait for someone to approach us. However, on the last day I stood in someone’s place. I felt led to go in the front during the call to prayer and be in line with the women who go through these body motions of bowing, standing up and kneeling down.
I felt my heart racing as I stood in line being so confused why God would ask me this. However, I understood. He made it so clear and told me not to bow, and to not kneel down. I ended up being in the dead center of the room while my team prayed behind me. They saw me with my revival sweatshirt on, being the only one not doing the motions. I wept as I stood refusing to bow down to a false God.
I felt like I stood in a women’s place that would come to Jesus. I felt it, the weirdness of being the only one in the crowd to be different, the fear I had that someone would call me out and question me, the fear of rejection I felt to the women around me. However, I stood in obedience and reverence to God, knowing his ways are better, knowing Jesus died for me, saved me and saved the women I was representing. Thank you Jesus.
