Another remarkable occurrence in the conference was after an intense time of intercession on behalf of this tiny church and region, it began to rain. To the non-African, rain is often a source of irritation and inconvenience. But to the African, whose very existence depends on faithful rainy seasons, a rain on any event is a sign of God’s blessing on that event. This rain was even more remarkable in the fact it had not rained in Uganda for 2 months. Already over 10,000 cattle had died of thirst in one of the marginal, arid districts. In my 12 years in Africa, I have never seen it go longer than 2 weeks between rains, even in the dry season (December to March).
As we drove home in the dark that evening, in the rain, with lightning playing across the black sky, and thunder audible even inside our vehicle, everyone was rejoicing that our prayers that day had broken the drought! We had prayed for more than just God’s blessings, we had prayed for relief of the effects of curses on the land brought by rampant witchcraft. And the most visible result of those prayers was the rain on the whole nation!