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<a href="http://www.2rbetter.org/">www.2rbetter.org</a></b></font></p><p style="margin-top: 0.01in; margin-bottom: 0in;" align="center"><font size="3"><b><a href="http://www.2rbetter.org/">July 27, 2010<br></a></b></font></p>
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<p style="margin-top: 0.01in; margin-bottom: 0in;" align="center">“<font size="3"><b>Mighty
Outpouring of the Holy Spirit”</b></font></p>
<p style="margin-top: 0.01in; margin-bottom: 0in;" align="center"><font size="3"><b>(From:
Chapter I, “Visions Beyond the Veil”, H.A. Baker)</b></font></p>
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<font size="3">Morning prayer meeting was lasting longer than usual.
The older children left the room one by one to begin their studies in
the school-room, while a few of the smaller boys remained on their
knees, praying earnestly. The Lord was near; we all felt the presence
of the Holy Spirit in our midst. Some who had gone out returned to
the room.</font></p>
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<font size="3">Such a mighty conviction of sin - a thing for which we
had prayed so long - came to all, that with tears streaming from
their eyes and arms uplifted they cried unto the Lord for forgiveness
for their sins, which now seemed so black. One after another went
down under the mighty power of the Holy Spirit until more than twenty
were prostrate on the floor. When I saw that the Lord was doing a
most unusual thing in our midst, I slipped over to the school room
and told the boys that if they felt led to come and pray they might
be excused from their school work. In a short time the Chinese
teacher was left sitting alone by the table. All his pupils having
returned to the prayer room, they were whole-heartedly praying and
praising the Lord. When the teacher realized there there was nothing
for him to do, he started for his home. I had not invited him in with
the children, for, although he has been with us a long time, he
seemed utterly dead, rather, not yet alive to any spiritual
conception of the gospel. Having gone but a short distance from the
house, he returned. When he entered the prayer room nobody noticed
him, for every one was intent on his own business with the Lord. The
teacher went to the farthest corner of the room, where, for the first
time in his life, he knelt down and tried to pray. As the Lord's
power was so very manifest, I felt it best to leave the young man by
himself and not to intrude on which I knew must be the work of the
Spirit and of the Spirit alone. It was not long before I noticed the
teacher with arms uplifted, tears on his face, pleading with the Lord
to forgive his sins,which I heard him say were so very, very many. He
being proud, for him to humble himself thus in the presence of his
pupils meant a really Holy Spirit conviction of sin.</font></p>
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<font size="3">The meeting went on hour after hour, the children
showing no desire to leave. I had nothing to do or say; the Lord
seemed to have complete control; I just tried to keep out of His way.</font></p>
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<font size="3">As the children in visions saw the awfulness of hell,
the anguish of lost souls, and the indescribable hellish power of the
devil and his angels their agonized crying was beyond anything I had
ever heard or imagined. It was all real to them. Many saw themselves
bound and dragged to the very brink of hell, which to them was not
myth but an awful reality. Condemnation for sins and the power of the
devil over them was terrorizing in its reality. But freedom from this
evil power through the grace of the Lord Jesus was just as real. When
they experienced this loosening power from the clutch of the evil one
their salvation was as real as had been their condemnation. Their
joy, laughter, and peace of soul in the knowledge of what they had
been saved from gave them an experience from which I am sure they
will never be able to depart.</font></p>
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<font size="3">Since from early morning they had all been in the very
presence of the Lord, by the time their late afternoon meal was ready
I thought surely the service for the day was over. Not so. Some left
the prayer room for a short time, but all were soon back, saying they
wanted to wait upon the Lord all night. This was something decidedly
new to us, for previously an hour service was too long for some of
them. We had long wanted them to pray more; now that they were
willing, why refuse them? Not a child went to sleep until a late hour
that night; not until six o'clock the next morning were the last
voices stilled in the prayer and praise service that had lasted over
twenty hours with scarcely a pause. - Josephine Baker</font></p>
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<p style="margin-top: 0.01in; margin-bottom: 0in;" align="center"><font size="3"><b>Continuous
Weeks of the Latter Rain</b></font></p>
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<font size="3">After the first two days of the mighty outpouring of the
latter rain there was not the manifestation of the power of God there
had been. We therefore went back to the regular order of work,
expecting to spend more time in the evening, tarrying before the
Lord. The boys went to their school work, and I went out to call on
some people to talk to them about the gospel.</font></p>
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<font size="3">Our morning prayer meeting began at about half past
seven. As usual, we all prayed at the same time, and each went out
when he pleased. Upon returning at twelve o'clock, I heard some one
praying in the prayer room. Going in to see who it was, I found our
quietest and most timid boy, Wang Gia Swen, a boy of about eight
years of age, hidden behind the organ praying in a loud voice and
weeping as he confessed his sins to the Lord. He had been praying
continuously since the morning service without stopping for
breakfast.</font></p>
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<font size="3">As I came out of the prayer room the boys came out from
their school. They were then to go to the garden or to the other
kinds of industrial work for the rest of the day, but some of them
wanted to know if they could stay to pray. Having been told that
those who wished to might remain and pray, a few went to work, and
all the others went into the prayer room and began praying. Almost at
once there was another mighty outpouring of the Holy Spirit. This
outpouring was so continuous that for over a week no more attempts
were made to do regular work. We did only necessary things. Every one
spent the rest of the time taking in the great blessings from God.</font></p>
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<font size="3">In the first days no one paid much attention to eating
or sleeping. Whenever the young folk began to pray the power of God
would fall, prostrating many to the floor. It was impossible to have
meals at regular hours without interfering with the work of the Holy
Spirit. After the power of God lifted from different ones they would
go out for a time to rest or to take some food and then return to the
prayer rooms soon to be under the power of the Holy Spirit again.</font></p>
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<font size="3">These manifestations of the Spirit were so continuous
that nearly all day until late in the night some were under His
power.</font></p>
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<font size="3">When things became quieter at nine or ten in the
evenings, we would suggest that all go to bed and rest until the next
morning. Usually several would want to pray and wait on the Lord
longer. As these continued in prayer nearly all who had gone to bed
would get up and return to pray. During these nights there was not
much sleeping. Some of the boys never left the prayer rooms all
night. They did not want to sleep. When they got sleepy they rested
on the floor awhile and then got up to seek the Lord again. Soon they
were lost once more in the things of God.</font></p>
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<font size="3">One thing is certain. This was a Holy Spirit outpouring
that demanded nothing on the part of us missionaries except our
keeping out of the way, taking care not to interfere with His
wonderful work. Our part was to open up our own hearts that we, too,
might be taken deeper into the heavenly blessings that were falling
in such mighty showers.</font></p>
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<font size="3">Our presence or absence in the meetings made little
difference. One of the first mornings we were delayed in getting down
stairs. Without any call to prayer meeting, one after another of the
children had gone into the prayer rooms and begun praying and
praising the Lord. When at last we were able to get past the many
interruptions and go down to the prayer rooms we found several of the
younger children prostrated under the power of the Holy Spirit and
singing in other tongues as the Spirit gave them utterance.</font></p>
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<font size="3">From the beginning the manifestations of the Spirit, the
vision, and the revelations carried everything into the supernatural
realm so far beyond our own limited knowledge or experience of
supernatural matters that Mrs. Baker and I confessed to each other
that these things had already passed to the place where the only
resource we had was to believe that God was bigger than the devil. We
took refuge behind the promise of God that we had before found safe,
the promise that those who sought the Father for bread would not get
a stone; those who sought fish wold not get a serpent; those who
sought an egg would not get a scorpion; those who with pure motives,
like these children, sought the Holy Spirit would not get evil things
or demons, but would get exactly what the sought, the Holy Spirit
(Luke 11:13).</font></p>
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<font size="3">In all the succeeding weeks God proved that promise
true. Since He had proven that promise to us before, it set us free
from anxiety as we saw and heard the wonderful things of God that
took place in our midst, every day different, one wonder succeeded by
another, as our wonder-working God took His Adullam refugees from
state to stage and glory to glory in His school of the Holy Spirit.</font></p>
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<p style="margin-top: 0.01in; margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"><font size="3"><u><b>NOTE</b></u><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="">:
This is the third portion on the story of the Outpouring of the Holy
Spirit on the Adullam orphanage in SW China, Yunnanfu, Yunnan
Province. It took place about 1927. Though it came into my hands as
a new Christian 66 years ago, it is just as moving for me today as
the first time I read it in the early summer of 1944. Just as then, I
had tears in my eyes as I typed this portion up for you.</span></span></font></p>
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<p style="margin-top: 0.01in; margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"><font size="3"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="">As
you may remember from Mr. Baker's Autobiography, “Under His Wings”,
he had great difficulty writing this first, as well as all the
following chapters. No anointing to write! Then it dawned on him that
our enemy Satan, did </span></span><u><span style="">not
want</span></u><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="">
this report to be written, published and sent out. The author
immediately went into warfare, and soon the enemy fled when resisted
in the Name of Jesus.</span></span></font></p>
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<p style="margin-top: 0.01in; margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"><font size="3"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="">I
am again including the information how you can obtain copies of both
the above books. - Jim Watt</span></span></font></p>
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<p style="margin-top: 0.01in; margin-bottom: 0in;"><u><b>NOTE</b></u><span style="text-decoration: none;">:
This morning early (Wednesday July 21, 2010), as I spent time in
prayer, it came to me that I ought to send you the above book by
section. It will take some 3 months to do so, which has previously
been done serially in several languages. I will alternate it on a
weekly basis with the sections on the Book of Acts. One on my mailing
list asked if I could help him get “Visions Beyond the Veil:,
because he is unable to get on the Website to order it. For those of
you who can, go to </span><span style="text-decoration: none;"><b><</b></span><a href="http://www.irismin.com/"><u><b>www.IrisMin.com</b></u></a><span style="text-decoration: none;"><b>></b></span></p>
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An Email came to me yesterday from a friend of the Baker's Ministry
in Mozambique, Rolland and Heidi. Rolland is grandson to H. A. Baker,
and has republished the above book. His son Elish James Baker has
revised the Autobiography of his great grandfather H.A. Baker, “Under
His Wings”, with an Updated Foreward of his own. Here is the
information so you can freely download this amazing book. - J.A.W.
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<p style="margin-top: 0.01in; margin-bottom: 0in;"><font face="Arial"><font size="2">Thank
you so much for sharing this inspiring excerpt from “Under His
Wings”. You may also be interested to know that Rolland’s
son Elisha has recently transcribed the entire book and it is now
available for free download at
<a href="http://www.irismin.org/Under%20His%20Wings%20v1.3.1.pdf" target="_blank">http://www.irismin.org/Under%20His%20Wings%20v1.3.1.pdf</a>
I’ve also attached a copy of the pdf file for you. It
also contains an updated Foreword by Elisha in addition to the
original Foreword by H.A. Baker.</font></font>
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