SALAAM, and praise the Lord! It's so good to be home in America!!! Ministry in Pakistan was phenomenal, surpassing any move of the Spirit Mark 16:20 Ministries has ever encountered -- but, I'm so glad to be home! The Islamic Republic of Pakistan doesn't like Christians. Many have been arrested, jailed, or worse, executed. If it is found out you are a Christian in Pakistan, your life can be most miserable, regarding the treatment you receive from leaders, officials, and the general population. It is unusual for a woman to be given permission to come and preach the gospel of Jesus Christ, when the practice is to worship Allah and Muhammad. Allah is their God and Muhammad is their prophet. Dr. Marilyn Hickey is the only other woman to preach publicly in this third world country whose laws forbid speaking against Allah. I was warned repeatedly "do not speak against their god". I arrived in Karachi, Pakistan (8,000 miles from home) on September 8. The flight was long: 20 hours from New York. Pakistan is 10 hours ahead of eastern time. I was welcomed at the Karachi airport by area pastors and ministers, and the family of Bashir Masih, the pastor who extended the official invitation to come to Pakistan. The day of my arrival I went to Jineh Hospital and prayed for sick children in the intensive care unit. Some of these children looked like they had been abused. One boy had blood running out of the side of his mouth -- mothers sitting at the bedsides had countenances showing little hope. I was granted special permission for this visit, and was guided by a (Christian) hospital official. I distributed small packages of candy to the children, including Muslim patients. Some Muslim mothers requested prayer with tears in their eyes. Finally, a doctor showed up, and in Urdu language instructed the guide I must quit praying for the Muslims. The following night a healing crusade began in the city of Christian Town -- in a Presbyterian church. The women sat on the right and the men on the left. The turnout was excellent and 1000 turned out the first night with people standing in doorways, unable to get in. By the 2nd night, all seating was filled. The children flocked to the platform to kiss me and shake hands. The crusade exploded with laughter and clapping as I shared my experiences of God's miracle working power. The response to the preaching of the word, and the altar calls, was excellent -- with tears streaming down faces of men and women as I proclaimed the Word of Faith. The pastor was so blessed! There was so much activity at the platform

at the end of ministry, that I had to be physically escorted out. The third night nearly every person in attendance stood to their feet at the challenge to become "a fanatic for Jesus". The healing crusade continued in a Baptist church, and another Presbyterian church. Interestingly, the Presbyterians were very open to the move of God, and received the Word of Faith with much joy. Preaching 14 days in a row with no break, was something I'd never done -- but, every programme concluded with testimonies of healing and deliverance from demons, disease, deafness, diabetes, and on and on. I praise God for His amazing grace that brought all of this about, and gave me strength to accomplish HIS PLAN FOR PAKISTAN! I finally got a day off on September 22 to rest, and on September 23, I boarded a Pakistan Navy bus, loaded with new Christians ready to be baptized. We drove about one hour to the Indian Sea to a gorgeous setting where these new creations were baptized by immersion in the name of the Father, Son and Holy Ghost. There was much joy and singing in that bus, all the way back to the city. I got back just in time to change clothes and board my flight to America. This trip was definitely the roughest as far as living conditions, climate, etc. The mosquitoes were thick, and the flies were a big problem. The heat was nearly unbearable, unseasonably hot -- with extreme conditions, making it most uncomfortable wearing (mandatory) traditional Pakistani dress. This included pants: "shalwar", a (long sleeve) dress over the top: "chameez", and a head covering: "dupata". Every now and then I tried walking out of the house without my Dupata, and I was sharply rebuked! You HAVE to have your head covered! they would tell me. One of the first words I learned in Urdu was ahcha', or "okay". The average monthly income in Pakistan is less than $100, and a middle class family only gets to eat meat once or twice per month, and then, a very tiny portion. Rice and "chapatti" (similar to a tortilla) are served every meal. Chapatti is cooked fresh at least once daily, and is common among the poor and the affluent. The food was great, but pretty spicy! Butter or jelly is a luxury only the wealthy can afford, as is meat, vegetables, fruit, milk and cheese. I drank water -- and lots of it. This mission trip was my 5th since 1995. I have been asked to return in 2001 for a major outdoor crusade. Thank you for your faithful support in accomplishing God's plan through this ministry. Your giving enabled me to pay all crusade expenses, and buy food and personal items for Pastor Bashir's 5 member family. PTL! V