This testimony was great encouragement to me, because I have also unsaved father, it is taken from [url=https://www.sermonindex.net/modules/mydownloads/singlefile.php?lid=9310]Wonderful Aspects of the teaching of Jesus Christ
I went to a bible college, studied there, and at the end of my first year...
I couldn't preach to my mother and father, because if I would have said to them: "Now, if you are a believer, you don't do this and you don't that", because my mother and father never did those things. My father had a higher standard of Christian living than I would say ninety percent of Christians in North America, so I just had to live...
About two weeks, I came back for December which was our time for our vacation, and I came back from the town one day, which was about five miles away, and my mother turned to me and she said, "There's a black African pastor that wants to see you", and I had a little cottage about fifty yards or so from our farm house, and so when I walked into this cottage, this black man was sitting there, and I turned to him and I said: "We are going to talk about theology." He said, "[b]No[b]kneeology.
Before I could say another word, this black man literally fell on his face, at the floor of my cottage, and began to seek the face of God in prayer.
And I watched him for an hour and a half, and the Spirit of God came upon him, and just interceded and prevailed, and supplicate, in the presence of God. And I sat there in absolute amazement, didn't understand it, so then he turned to me and said to me, "There is a mountain here in your farm, where we spent days and nights of prayer and fasting", and they were five of them, and I was the very first white person that was invited to pray with them, and you know, you need to understand Africa, because it's different.
It was Friday night, about nine clock and I was in my little study, studying the word of God with a candle, and there was a knock at my window, when I opened the curtain, I couldn't see his face, because he was as black as Africa, but I saw the white teeth, and he said to me in the African dialect, "MURUTI UDIMU IKAI", and he said, [b]"We are going to the mountain to pray."
I didn't understand what it means to spend a night in prayer, I understand today.
And as we were walking in the darkness of that night, I got hold of his arm and I said, [b]"How we are going to spend a night in prayer?"
[b]White man, you've got a problem!
And your problem is, you are in a hurry and God is not!
You gonna learn what it means to wait!
The best times of prayer we ever had was between twelve and three or four o clock in the morning, now, our bodies were tired, and emotionally we were drained and we said all the things that we think we could say to God, and we had nothing more to say, and then the Spirit of God came and intercedes for us in groanings that cannot be uttered, and then five clock in the mornings, I had to go to the farm house...
And the habit in my country is that first one who wakes up in the morning, goes into the kitchen on the farm house and makes a pot of coffee and then you take a cup of coffee to everyone in the house to the family..
And I spent a night in prayer with these men, and when you spent a night in prayer, your heart is so tender and broken, you are so sensitive, I mean, you are so careful what you say, and what you think, you have just come out of the presence of God.
I came into our kitchen and made coffee and took it to my mother and father and my father was a very very proud man, and my father was very determined man, my father used to say to me, "Son it's not desire that controls destiny, it's determination."
And my father was a great one for discipline...
And I remember that morning, I sat at the bedside, gave them their coffee, and I never in my life saw my father weeping, and I gave him this cup of coffee, just spent a night of prayer, and you know sometimes the presence of God is with you to a degree that you don't realize it.
And I sat at the bedside with him, and suddenly something happened.
My father had his cup in his hand...and began to [b]shake
"Are you ok?" I thought maybe he wasn't well.
And he just said, yes. But he wouldn't say another word.
And he sat there like for five minutes or so, and he got it out, and he just turned to me and said:
Son, why is it when you come back from that mountain, that there is something with you that convicts me of my sin?
[i]And I didn't realize that it was the presence of God!