On a Monday night in Seoul, South Korea, I was praying for a man who was experiencing great pain. I asked him if there was anyone he needed to forgive.
He told me, “My father.”
When I asked him what had happened, he explained in broken English that his father had divorced his mother when he was very young and that he hated his father, who had since passed away. As he was telling me this, I began to ask Holy Spirit how I should walk him through forgiveness.
All I heard was Danny Silk’s voice saying, “It’s not your job to fix him. Just love.”
Immediately, I felt God told me what to do. I leaned down and kissed him on the forehead and bear-hugged him. I held him for probably five minutes and sang over him intermittently. Loud, wailing sobs came out of him as the stronghold of unforgiveness was destroyed. I have been told that Koreans, especially men, don’t normally do that. Afterward, he wiped tears from his eyes and told me in broken English that his heart was healing.
Fast-forward a few days to when our team was getting ready to leave for the airport-who should be walking by but this same man? He was utterly delighted to see us and “just happened” to be in that part of town, which was about 35 minutes away from where we had ministered to him. He found an interpreter and told me that for the first time in his life, he felt loved by our Father. No man had ever hugged him before in his life. He wanted to tell me the other night, but because his English was limited, he couldn’t. I had been thinking it would have been great to snap a photo, but we didn’t get to on Monday, so God set it up just moments before we left.
That was the highlight of my time in South Korea. There is such power when you stop to love the one in front of you. Thank You, Jesus.
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