Yesterday, we had a great church service in a small village. There was a lot of worship and singing and dancing and offering and teaching (by Pastor Dwight). I loved it. The little church was packed. People just kept coming! And there were hundreds of kids. We started sitting them on our laps because there was no more room.`After Dwight taught, we invited folks to come forward to pray. Sarah and I prayed together for at least half a dozen women. The first woman that approached us was a sweet woman who appeared to be in her 50s or 60s, but after I met her children later, I'm not so sure. I asked her, "what do you want prayer for?" All she said was, "AIDS." Bam. That hit me like a load of bricks. As she started to weep, I started to bawl. How do I pray for someone with AIDS, Lord? Help! I know the answer, and I prayed like I've never prayed before. For healing from the top of her head to the soles of her feet. I prayed and prayed. And she wept. It was powerful and wrenching. I will never forget her and I will pray on.