“Blowing the trumpets from the north over Africa”

marokkog     loc_marokko


22 – 28 April 14

Four of us flew to Morocco April 22-28 in order to blow the trumpets over the African continent from the north. During our time in this “Islamic kingdom” we had various problems and unusual situations. One of them was the fact that we were unable to meet a single Moroccan believer. The brethren we saw in Casablanca and Fez were foreigners, some of whom have lived and worked there for at least ten years. We can only wonder at and give thanks for these wonderful, dedicated people. We were with such a family in Casablanca. During an outing we saw the world’s second-largest mosque, directly on the sea shore, partially in the water. “In” the water because in the Koran it is written that Allah will establish his throne over the water. Fascinating, gigantic and a wonderful building. Simply beautiful for the eye. Of course we also prayed there. When we laid our hands on one of the large locked doors and prayed Psalm 24 (Lift up your heads, you ancient doors) someone came and tried to open it. This was impossible. A moment later someone opened it from the inside. For me this was a “promising” moment: Through prayer God’s spirit himself will open a door from the inside (in Moslems’ hearts).

Our hosts had sent out an invitation for prayer in the afternoon. No one came. They had “warned” us that several believers were on holiday. But there is also much fear and distrust among them, making it very difficult to ring together the believers of a city or region.
Actually we had come to this land too naive or insufficiently armed. It is basically a different spiritual atmosphere (which is logical) in an Islamic country where 5 times a day the prayers from thousands of mosques “cover” and oppress the land and the people. We were annoyed already when we arrived because we chose the wrong line for passport control and were really the very last ones to be served. In addition, small frictions and differences of opinion saw to it that we were not in the deepest love and unity. A further point was that we were not really focussed on this “front line effort”. If one’s thoughts and heart are somewhere else instead of “to the point” this can only have negative consequences.

Our second station was the Spanish enclave Ceuta, a small peninsula in the north,  opposite Gibraltar. We had to exit Morocco and with a stamp in our passports enter Spain. Therefore we were also unable to rent a car because we had to leave the country, so to speak. Our hosts in Casablanca lined us their car for this trip. The four of us had a time of prayer the following morning, directly by the sea with a view of Gibraltar. We prayed that God would call his people (the Jews) home. And when they come by ship, this is the only passage. Therefore we prayed God’s promises here and that all the stones which could hinder his path would be cleared away. The same thing was also prayed on the Gibraltar side. It was a spirit-led, strong prayer time.
The reason behind this prayer time in Ceuta was a prophetic picture a friend received years ago. She saw Jesus standing with one foot on Gibraltar and the other on Ceuta. Between his  legs his sheep (Jews)) passed, which he counted. After we finished we returned with our friends’ car – out of Spain and into Morocco. Another exit paper and stamp. Our goal was Fez, where we wanted to blow the trumpets with other believers. The trip was a dream – a wonderful, hilly, very green landscape with trees, bushes, rivers, lakes, meadows and poppy fields – simply gorgeous!

The old city of Fez, with its myriad gates, narrow streets, hotels and restaurants was a feast for the eyes. Oriental…And we were often able to eat in the “upper room”, that is on a roof terrace (in restaurants, with friends, in the hotel) with a super view. Again we were unable to meet a single local believer.I sat in the meeting room of a home with ten women. They have a prayer room which is really the upper room. It is the highest room in the flat but too small for all of us. We had an intense prayer time, followed by a time in which I explained what and why we were doing this. We ended with prayer. Here, too, we noticed a clear difference to such meetings in other countries. The women seemed tired and somewhat discouraged. My words were also unusually quiet (lethargic) instead of vivacious and awakening. Then we went outside to a hill with a super view of Fez. We blew the trumpets there. Not until I was unpacking the trumpet did I notice that I didn’t have the mouthpiece. Previously I had checked every time before we set out whether both mouthpieces were in the bag. This was the very first time I didn’t do it and right away there was no mouthpiece. It had fallen out and I found it later in the suitcase. I managed without a mouthpiece. Although my partner was not Moroccan, at least she was born in the land. She had been asked on short notice to join us. She was willing but had never blown a trumpet.  The tone was correspondingly hesitant or inaudible. But that is not decisive. What surprised me was the willingness of these women, following the trumpet call, to break out in a war cry with all their strength and volume. It could be heard far away, even though a group of young man was sitting right near us! During these days in Fez I had two “near accidents+, which could have been very serious. But I had only scratches. The last morning Regula had a wet eye and piercing pain in daylight. Hanna’s stomach rebelled, Regula fell…

On Sunday morning we attended an international worship service. It was wonderful to see these brethren from very different countries. Old, young, single, families with many children. Before we set out for the return to Casablanca we were able to visit the synagogue o Fez’s Jewish quarter. From the roof we could see the Jewish cemetery. It was all very impressive and we prayed for the samml Jewish community here. The return drive to Casablance was no problem. We found our hotel directly. Super. After unpacking our baggage we drove once more to the sea where we had a beautiful walk and typical Moroccan sweets. The return to the hotel was a challenge. We couldn’t find the way, even though e asked at least ten persons. I slowly grew sour and tired. Then we asked one last time – a   couple on a motorcycle at a gas station. These “angels” led us  right up to our hotel. Halleluia.Thank you Lord and the two of you.

On the day of our return flight the texts for the daily reading was Is. 42:10-16! It was a touch from my heavenly father. It is exactly the text which I have always quoted, all over the world, in order to show what time we are living in. The trumpet messages and initiative belong in this context. I also read these verses in the meeting room in Fez and spoke about them. Therefore I was very comforted and encouraged to have these verses set right in front of me once again – as concluding word and promise from our God. Thank you Father!


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