My visa was up, I had until the 30th of the month to leave the country, and it was the 30th.
I had just enough money to get to the border (only had a few coins left after I paid the taxi). I had one day, until the 31st, on my visa for the country that I would have to cross into, and no money for a renewal. So, I did what God had shown me in a dream, I went to the border and crossed the bridge into the other country. As I was crossing the bridge, I was calmly but urgently asking God what to tell the immigration officers on the other side. They would surely notice that I had only one day left and ask me about it. Very softly I heard, “a friend is going to buy you a ticket and you will fly out.” Only one problem….What friend? I didn’t even have a place to stay and I certainly didn’t have a friend who had volunteered to buy me a plane ticket.
Did God just ask me to lie to an immigration officer?
I stepped into the border office, which was surprisingly empty, and smiled at what I saw. Everyone in there was watching soccer and cheering exuberantly. I walked up to the officer and handed him my passport while asking which team he was rooting for. He smiled (a rare expression for immigration officers) and told me, he then looked at my visa and absolutely deadpan, said, “you have one day left on your visa, what are you going to do with one day in our country?”
I replied, “a friend is going to buy me a ticket and I am going to fly out tomorrow.”
Oh, he said, “can I see your flight information.”
I replied “this is Africa, you can’t plan these things ahead.”
He paused…laughed….stamped my passport and said, “Welcome to our country”
I left the office and walked into the border town. I was very fervently telling God that I had no money, no food, no place to stay, one day left in a very dangerous country, and I was once again in a country with no contacts. I couldn’t go back and I couldn’t go forward. His response? “Go into town, sit down and wait.”
I sat there for 30 minutes until out of the blue my phone rang. I knew that I had enough roaming airtime for about two minutes before it would cut off the call. The person calling? A truck driver that I had met in the previous country, calling to ask if we could meet up and talk.
I said, “Hey, sorry but my visa was up I had to leave the country.”
“Oh, where are you at now,” he replied.
“I am sitting in the middle of _______ town in ______ country”
“OH!!! That is where I live! I just got into town last night. Do you have any plans for this afternoon…?”
Me: “uh, nope. No plans.” (laughing and praising God quietly)
Him: “I will come pick you up, where are…”
Me: “hello? Hello?” My minutes had expired.
He found me. I spent the afternoon with him and his wife and they invited me to stay the night, I had told them nothing about my visa situation or lack of money. As we were visiting I felt the Holy Spirit prompt me to share a very intense story of how God had me successfully walk a gentleman through deliverance from homosexuality. I could tell as I was sharing that it was having a profound impact on the gentleman. After a few minutes he flat out asked me if I would be willing to go to South Africa to pray for his brother who was in bondage to a lot of what I had described in my story. I told him that it was up to God and not me. We prayed and God reminded me of a dream from several days before that I had not understood (how could I have known this was all going to take place). So I told him the dream and told him frankly that yes God wanted me to go but based on the dream I didn’t think his brother would meet with me. He said it didn’t matter, he would do anything to help his brother, and that he would go first thing in the morning to buy me a plane ticket to South Africa. So, on the 31st of the month, I had a friend buy me a ticket and I flew to South Africa.
So, did God have me lie to the immigration officer?
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