_ As a student in Kenneth Hagin Senior’s Bible School, I had a vision.
While in prayer I saw feet walking through a field of grain. Knowing
they were my feet and that I carried the Gospel, I asked the Lord where to
find that field of grain. The vision elongated to show me the map of
France. I groaned, “Oh no! Not there!” I told the Lord I would go
anywhere, but I had visited France once and determined if I never went
back it would be too soon!
Strictly in obedience, I went. One day while simply walking down the
street, love for the French fell into my spirit like a ton of feathers,
heavy enough to reach the bottom of my soul and light enough to set me
flying. I’ve been in love with them every since. I know their culture;
I know their history; I see why they do things the way they do and I
have compassion for them. They are an exceptional people, except for
the fact that they’ve turned their back on Jesus.