I asked God to Build me an army

I have wrote this in response to a wonderful Bmail from a Sister wanting to know More about the work God has called me into and about the People we help. I pray It will encourage you, stir up your faith in God.

I first went to Uganda in 1994 for three weeks, but the lord really touched my heart while there and I worked in and through me, so I ended up staying just over three months. I worked there until 2004 spending three months a year on several visits. I worked and lived with street children. I was the first ever white person to be accepted within their dens. Truly God opened my eyes and that of te world to the suffering and deprivation these abandoned children went through each day. Many were indeed aids orphans, others run away from home because of Physical and sexual abuse. Older street boys would take the younger girls as soon as they came on the street and protect and provide food. They were sex slaves. Many became pregnant as young as 12 years old and sadly many died from child birth and AIDS.

I then recruited a professional team of investigators and researchers, which I was head, and we spent many weeks walking through the Rakki sub region. I knew from spending time with the thousands of street children, that many were not aids orphans and that there were other reasons why they ended up on the streets. So we wanted to challenge the lies and false reports being issued by the World Health Organisations, UNICEF, UNHCR and other charities and NGO’s. As we went through many villages, we saw whole villages where only children lived. Their Parents, Grandparents had all died from AIDS. Children as young as 8 years old were trying without much social skills to care for younger children.

We interviewed many children. We also spoke to local chiefs and surviving parents. There we unearthed many Child sacrifices and learned about the tribal ways. Example: When a Brother dies, the surviving brother inherits the dead brother’s wife, children and nay possessions he had. He sleeps with the dead brothers wife, Infects his own wife and it does not stop there. Often the brother’s female children will face rape and abuse. Beaten and used as house girls, many run away to the towns and cities. Our Detailed report was shown to the director of UNHCR, and I was invited to speak to The UN and address these issues. They agreed to the findings, made many promises, and never honoured one. But while doing our research we under Gods anointing reached many thousand for Jesus. Many were healed. Churches were planted and today 2009, almost all harmful tribal practices has been destroyed and replaced with new life in Jesus.

So my Sister, this was my firs experience in Africa. When I returned home in 1995, I formed a British Charity called Philadelphia Mission. I wanted this charity to be very different to the many in existence. It was born from Prayer and Gods vision. We would never take a single penny from ko0ney raised to pay for salaries, overinflated reports and research, running costs adn would never advertise by publishing fancy glossy brochures, from any money we could raise to help these precious people. We would trust God completely to bring people to join us and build an army of prayer warriors from all around the world. People who had a heart to Pray, to give their time and skills, to sow money into helping the poor. Without a salary God has sustained me, and met my needs and that of my family. It’s been a hard path, but I thank God he is truly faithful.

I the early days I used to just take a few snapshots of the mission work. Years past, and I was almost at the point of giving up. The financial burden was heavy. Frustration set in. My wife adn I were putting all our loose coins in a big tin box, and saving them towards the cost of my next mission. A few precious people would give me money to buy cloths adn things for the children when i was out in Africa. I would spend 12-14 hours a day working making contacts, sending out letters of appeal to many Churches in the UK, and struggling to pay the mailing costs, yet seeing so little progress.

Then on the morning of 25th August 2006, after I had returned from my first mission to India, I was praying in my nearby park. I actually said to God I was hurting for these suffering poor, adn I thanked him for using me to Win many to him, and for him opening the blind eyes, deaf ears, healing aids sufferers, and raising cripple and disabled people to new health and life. I was truly thankful, that God should choose me, an chronic Alcoholic, and one who was in witchcraft, wash me in his blood, baptise me in the Power of the Holy Ghost, Change my life completely and send me to the poor. Yet I was hurting. The sound of African sick and poor children calling my name and crying for food and shelter would wake me up. I felt so iniquitous not being able to get others to sow money into the charity and help me and the small team to provide cloths, hoes, seeds, training in skills and trades and school fees, so these children could live full productive and healthy lives. When I would be going back to Africa, I would drop little hints in conversation with Church brethren and indeed all that I knew. Only a small few would give. Many would pray, but few give.

So on the morning of 25th August 2006, while praying in the park, The Holy Spirit spoke to me about Gideon. I have read about him several times in the bible. But The Holy Spirit laid it so much on my heart that I went home and read about Gideon. The Holy Spirit showed me of Gideon’s lack and he asked God for help. He asked God to build him an army. Before all his efforts and that of the army of Israel were not making the success he had hoped for. So The Lord said brings all your great and skilled me to the river next day. Those who drink the water like dogs, send them back, those who cup their hands and drink, they are the ones I choose for you. These few handpicked men that God chose won many battles and secured land and subdued kingdoms.

It was then I changed. I wept and asked God to choose me an army, from all around the world.
I said “Father you already know which ones you want to join in this your work of love. You know the ones who know how to pray right and receive from you. You know the ones who you want to bless and make a blessing. You O lord know those who want to give but don’t know who to trust or where to give”. I prayed and was assured by God he would grant what I requested. I honestly did not know how he was going to do this, as I did not know any.
The Following Sunday My wife Audrey said that there was a African Sister in Church and she was asking what I did for a living. My wife laughed and said he serves God in Africa. This sister said she would like to come and see me. Now, my wife and this dear sister did not know that I was ready to give up, nor that God had inspired me to ask him to personally build me an army.

The following week the doorbell rang and there was Sister Saidi, the sister from my wife’s church. She introduced herself and explained that Audrey my wife had spoken to her about my missionary work. As She came into my living room, she was so taken by the photographs of African children on my wall. She began to weep and sing to God in Tongues, the heavenly Language, and the Holy Spirit leapt within me and Sister Saidi at the same time. That day God added his first handpicked soldier to the Philadelphia Mission Charity. She told me about how God had saved her in Nigeria, and brought her to the United Kingdom, where she was a senior Midwife. How she had with Gods care and guidance a small mission centre in Kujama. How she longed for God to bring someone with the heart for the poor to join with her and strengthen her hand. God joined us together and we are working in his grace and Love to meet the needs of the extreme poor in remote and isolated villages in Nigeria.

It was shortly after this God provided a little extra money for me from a dear sister in Christ. She said it was so I could buy a good camera and be able to take better quality photographs of the children. I bought my first and only DSLR a Canon EOS400D and a few lenses. Her name was Pastor Harriet Slaigh.
Sister Saidi is founder of [Salama Health and gospel outreach Mission in Nigeria]. She invited me to join her on Mission home to minister the word of God, and perhaps take some photographs of the needs of these suffering people. She even paid my airfare. I went with her and God sure did confirm his word with Thousands of villagers coming to know Jesus. Witchdoctors were saved. Muslim villages turned to Christ. Many were healed from all manner of sicknesses and diseases. Praise God!
When I returned home from Mission to Nigeria, there was still the question in my mind, Lord, I need more money to build the school. Drill wells and help these people. I remember saying, You see them sick and dying. Lord they are dying because they do not have clean water and not enough food. I for a moment overlooked the fact that God is true to his word and does honour faith in his ability to do what he says.
I was browsing through the internet a few days after I came home and came across Redbubble.com. I had not seen such a site before. It was free to join and I could share with millions all over the world my photographs of these precious suffering people. I could share with them what we are doing to help them. Tell many of their daily struggles just to survive. I was so excited. My heart was filled with expectation. Here before me was a God appointed opportunity at last to share with the world and become the voice of the poor in remote villages. I knew God led me to Redbubble. It was not by chance or an accident. I was on the internet for years, but never seen such a site, nor thought it would be of service to God.
It took me weeks as I uploaded each photo. Little Grace who was my first ever evangelist touched so many lives here on Redbubble.com. people commented, Prayed and felt her painas she battled Intestinal worm infection. Precious friends I met her on Redbubble donated money for medicines to help her and other children. God was now building me the army I asked him for. Oh how I praise him. I love God, and He is so precious to me. Today I have Hundreds of precious friends her on Redbubble, who encourage me, Pray for me and the Children in Africa and India. Some donate beautiful art to raise money. Others donate via our Charity Mission Website. Others are doing other things to help these precious people. God has chosen them, moved them, blessed them and made and is making them a blessing to his work in Africa and India.
Many are experiencing the joy of sowing money seed into a Childs life and future. Little Grace would be dead now, if It was not for God moving them with his compassion and love to send the money for lifesaving medicines. The Twins in Tunga/Zuga would certainly have died, because their Grandmother was no longer able to feed or care for them. But God touched the heart of a precious lady called Sharon all the way in Australia, who sowed money, not just once, but many times to help rescue them. Now they are living in our Mission centre in Kujama. Nigeria. Oh I Thank you God!

Evan as I share this with you, God is touching hearts and lives. Please pray for me and our mission team. Pray for the Children and their carers. Pray and seek God on how you to can be part of his work.

The Lord bless you all.

Evangelist Trevor
Founder/director
http://www.philadelphia33.org/

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