#The 150 days of Prayer and Daniel Fast
# Special Service [3], Feb-19th-2021
# ALTARS
The bible says, and Noah came out of the ark and he built an altar [Genesis 8:20]. What Adam didn’t do, Noah did. Noah built an altar. People of God, we are altar people. Noah’s generation, we are all altar people. May you have an altar in your house. Start an altar in your house today. Did you hear me? Start an altar in your house for your family and for yourself.
I remember in 1982, the situation in Uganda was so bad. Soldiers used to come where I started at munako- teyegulira in Kasubi. You just climb only a little hill and you’re at Kasubi tombs. There was a house where I used to stay which had no curtains and windows. I just got cardboards and covered them where the windows used to be. Of course there was nothing inside there and I wondered where one could really sit; there was no chair and all I had was my bed. The Lord had told me to get my backobed which was made by Tumpeco Uganda, so you could fold it and move with it anyway but I had given it away. I had my mattress and I was just sleeping on the floor. I had no chair. I was cooking in a little room there and inside there were no doors. So soldiers could come and terrorise every one, they could come and open the doors. And because my house had no curtains, they never thought that anybody was living there. They could come and rape women, beat everyone and do everything in the neighborhood and they could never step at my place. Not because there were no windows or doors, I even had cardboards in one of the windows where I was staying. It was just by the grace of God and the blood of Jesus that saved me. But what I did because the house had no electricity, everyone had been looted out, I was using candles. So I had a corner and the Lord told me to bless that corner and give it to him in that entire house. I used to write prayer requests to God. In my prayer life, I couldn’t pray for the same things for the whole year and I couldn’t pray for the whole two or three hours because I could run out of words. And because I was still a student, I could get these fulscaps and I could write letters to God; “Dear Lord God, in the name of Jesus, last night it was terrible. These people were beating and raping. They stole everything. Lord, do you hear? Are you there? Then I could sign the letter and I could give it to the Lord.” When it got worse, I bought airmail papers. There were such papers which were printed on airmail. So after you write your letter you could fold it and there was a plane on it which said, “Fly to”. So I could write a letter and I could say, “let it fly to Jehovah God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit.” So I wrote about two hundred letters but child of God, God answered all those letters.
I had my little altar where I would write these letters from, and I have resumed to do that again. I am writing letters to God. There are certain times, things you can speak with your mouth, the things you can alter even if you speak in tongues that you need to pen them down and write a letter before God and leave it there until He makes you a wonder; He fights for you; He gives you the victory. There’s that letter you need to write. So I used to have candles because it was the only source of light I had to read my books and even my bible though carbon affects eyes.
Those were the days we were in and the Lord answered every letter I wrote to Him. In those letters at that time, I even asked Him, “Lord, what kind of woman should I marry?” I even wrote there, “Lord, if it is not too much for you, give me some twines.” But that is 1982. I am telling you, God answered all those requests.
My purpose is this, put an altar in your home. And what I didn’t do, the reason why my prayer requests took so long, is that I didn’t know how to behave on the altar. I could come, lay flat and sleep there at the altar. That was fine. I could come, sit there and pray till morning. That is alright but I could come to the altar empty handed. I didn’t know that there had to be a sacrifice at the altar. We are the sacrifice. We are the living sacrifice but I didn’t know that I needed to bring my offering to the Lord, however small it was [Romans 12:1]. One day in 1982, I was leaving for Christmas to go and be with my parents because where I was leaving, there was no food to eat, there was nothing and I had just finished a month and a half of fasting because school had closed and I was preparing to go for Christmas. Actually that Christmas day, I was going through a taxi park and a man stopped. I had no money for transport. It was on Christmas day, then. People were already in church. I walked from Kasubi down to Namirembe down to Bakuli till I got to the taxis park. Then I said, God I need to find somebody. I don’t want to spend Christmas here. I was on a Christmas day, then a car came which was not even meant to be in a taxis park and the driver called out people who were heading to mukono- Kawolo-Jinja. It was these 504 pijoti. I said, yes I am here. I was the only one taking that route. The young man turned the car and we drove while I was seated at the back. When we reached Mukono he stopped, there were two people he picked and we drove. Remember, I had no money to give him. Now we reached a place called Namawojolo, a famous spot on Kampala – Jinja highway, and the gentleman stopped the car. He was also heading to Jinja. He greeted everyone, then he turned to me, he greeted me and he said, I thought you too were in church. He asked me to tell the reverend (my dad), that he had also gone to Jinja, they had a patient there and he should pray for them. Now when we got to Namataba, this man told the driver to stop and I got off from the car. The man stopped and when I jumped out, the man said to me, don’t worry, I will pay for your fares. Namawojolo and Namataba are very near. I had no guarantee that someone was going to pay my transport. I was so crazy in my faith that I moved into a taxi park and I believe I caused that man to come there and pick me up. He wasn’t the one picking up people, it was me who had come to pick up people and I picked up the one who would pay for me.
I decree and declare, God’s provision is about to be shown to you and He is about to take you to a level where you have never been before. As a result, I went and saw my parents. I arrived ten minutes before the service was over. I stood outside and praised God and when it was over, we went and had lunch. Then they asked me how everything was, because they thought I wasn’t going to come. I was there until 2nd-Jan-1983. My mom gave me some money then I came back to town. When I reached Kasubi, they had broken into the house and had taken everything I had. And then the lady who lived nearby was an elderly lady, she narrated how they came and beat her up, and how they broke into my room and took everything. Sorry I couldn’t keep your things. So I entered the house and all my prayers I had written to God had been spread all over. Now I used to keep certain things under the papers, the mat or something, and then I reached somewhere where I had written something I was believing God for, and that was a card which had been given to me by a gentleman who had visited my brother’s office. It was a little card. My brother by then had been put to prison by the government, they thought that he was a rebel and so he had that little card. I looked at that card and put it in my pocket and moved because I had to go find where to stay. So I found a place where they could accommodate me and I stayed there.
And I was preaching in town, then a lady came. She wanted to be prayed for. That day, two ladies came because in my dream before I left that place of the altar, I gathered all my letters (that’s why I am sharing about altars), and put them in a papyrus bag since I had no clothes, they had been stolen and then I came to town to preach because we had a lunch hour fellowship. And here comes a lady, beautiful and smartly dressed. She was brought by her students from Makerere University for she was a lecturer. I didn’t know who she was. I prayed for her and I even prophesied to her. In that dream at the altar, I Lord had shown me two ladies. One of them was holding a white chicken. And you needed a white chicken to go through a fence to go to the other side. If you brought a black chicken, they would send you away. If you brought a white chicken they would let you go. The other lady who came was the one who had shoes but when you wear those shoes, you run faster than anybody else. She put the shoes there and everybody, men and women had to try in those shoes. And whoever fits in those shoes, they were yours. Nobody could fit on those shoes. Then she finally said to me, you too try. I tried and said, but these shows look so big on me. I put in my feet and it came to my size. Then I woke up and went to preach in the lunch hour on Johnson Street below DP office by then. As I went to preach, this lady was brought by her students. And the Lord gave me a word for her. I said, today, you are gonna find your husband and you will get married. She laughed. I was 21 years old. What does a 21 year old tell a grown up lecturer that you’re going to get married? You have to talk about spiritual matters like the Holy Spirit is coming. But she left and as she was walking towards the postal office, a vehicle came. I am telling you this on live television because it happened and it’s a true story. It’s actually written in a book by herself. This person can verify because she is a very honourable person. That’s why the power of altars and the power of prayer in this period of time is so important. So the vehicle stopped, Toyota crown because those were the vehicles the directors of the bank of Uganda used to drive in those days. The car stopped and the man talked to her. That is her story and the rest she will tell it to you. The gentleman said, “you are smart and beautiful, I want to marry you.” That is between 25-30minutes after she has been in a meeting of a young man who had been on the altar. Later on they got married and her name was Mary Karooro, and she got married to Mr. Okurut and she became Mrs. Mary Karooro Okurut. She even wrote a book titled: the hand of God upon Pastor Robert Kayanja. She is a very highly honourable woman of God and a cabinet minister.
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