A Church Divided

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God put a message on my heart I don’t feel qualified to deliver. I’m not a religious theologian; I have not studied world religion. But I profess that I see Satan’s fingerprints on every faction of Christianity – a body divided by perceived truths, ordinances and sacraments.

Satan is winning if the majority of Christians don’t understand his tactics. We are church divided by beliefs, each choosing what we will believe in, separated by denominations that were created so long ago, we likely can no longer explain the differences.

As I sat down to record the message God asked me to share, He whispered the name John Calvin in my ear. While it seemed familiar, I had to research to figure out what God was trying to tell me. Through my research I learned John Calvin was a founder in the early church, who created a new standard for Christian beliefs in the 16th century. Breaking away from the Catholic Church (currently accounting for 50% of Christians worldwide), he formed a new theology still supported by the majority of Protestant churches today (includes approximately 40% of Christians including Baptist, Presbyterian, and Lutheran denominations).

Calvin’s reformed theology focuses on the confession of faith, and the sacraments of baptism and the Lord’s Supper as visible signs of the covenant of grace. Unlike the Catholic Church who believes the Lord’s Supper contains a bodily presence of Christ, the reformed church believes it simply serves as a reminder of Christ’s death. Calvinism became the main theological system of the majority of Europe, spreading into the rest of the English-speaking world, including North America.

Reformed Protestants disagree among themselves about the definition and boundaries of the Reformed tradition, and often find it difficult to define what makes them reformed. Reformed churches do not have a single global leader or a set of confessional documents to summarize their beliefs.

Doesn’t this sound like something Satan would do to drive dissension amongst a group of believers? The Apostle Paul warned his prodigy, Timothy, of these perilous times. In 2 Timothy, chapter 3, he warns that “in the last days…men will have a form of godliness, but will deny its power.

Power? Yes, power! God’s source of power for His children is the Holy Spirit – promised by Jesus before he departed the earth, as described by Luke in the Book of Acts:

And being assembled together with them, He commanded them not to depart from Jerusalem, but to wait for the Promise of the Father, “which,” He said, “you have heard from Me; for John truly baptized with water, but you shall be baptized with the Holy Spirit not many days from now.” Acts 1: 4-5 (NKJV)

While Christian beliefs are based on the gospel of salvation through Jesus Christ, you will not hear teachings of the Baptism of the Holy Spirit in most churches today. More than just reading the Word of God, one can experience God’s power through a Spirit-filled, empowered relationship with the Holy Spirit.

For those that heeded His promise and waited, the Day of Pentecost came:

And suddenly there came a sound from heaven, as of a rushing mighty wind, and it filled the whole house where they were sitting. Then there appeared to them divided tongues, as of fire, and one sat upon each of them. And they were all filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak with other tongues, as the Spirit gave them utterance.  Acts 2: 2-4 (NKJV)

It’s right there in my Bible…they were filled with the Holy Spirit and begin to speak with other tongues. Neither the Catholic nor the Reformed Churches, which together account for 90% of Christians today, are teaching this lesson to its flock! This part of the Bible might as well not exist!

If the messages that Jesus delivered while on earth are our lessons, if we focus on His message of God’s love being the only way, in these simple truths we will be set free. Simplicity is how we will beat Satan every time.

But I fear, lest somehow, as the serpent deceived Eve by his craftiness, so your minds may be corrupted from the simplicity that is in Christ. (2 Corinthians 11:3 NKJV)

If you are curious about the power that can work in us, and your church is not revealing these truths, I’m happy to point you to one that is. Pastor Robert Morris of Gateway Church in Southlake, Texas preached these sermons in 2012 – and they changed my life:

The Pure Language

Receiving the Holy Spirit

Jesus promised us a helper, and sent us the Holy Spirit, “And I will pray to the Father, and He will give you a Helper, that He may abide with you forever – the Spirit of truth”.  (John 14:16 NKJV)

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Table for Three

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I once heard it said that if you want to see your spiritual gifts work, go where you are a stranger – an unknown who isn’t thinking about what other people will think. I got to put this to the test during a business trip to another state. 

Several team members had planned for us to enjoy a “girls’ night out” while I was in town. On the appointed night, Jenny, Dina, and I headed to a popular restaurant abuzz with professionals enjoying drinks after work, and groups eating dinner.

At our table-for-three we enjoyed each other’s company, fine wine, and shrimp nachos. A handsome young man delivered our drinks, smiling from ear-to-ear. Jenny was the only single gal at our table, so of course she got kidded about the handsome waiter.

I was drawn to this young man without knowing why, and couldn’t let the evening come to a close without engaging him in a conversation. Over the anxious protest of bachelorette Jenny, I beckoned the young man to our table one last time.

Since I had no official reason to call him over, we made small talk until the young man began to share his story. Out poured the fact that he was 34 years old and had recently wrapped up a successful career as a Computer Programmer to pursue his passion in acting. He educated us on his cities’ blossoming movie industry, including some movie stars who recently passed through town.

“What might we have seen you in?” I asked. “A movie? Or a commercial perhaps?”

“Nothing major yet,” the young man smiled with hope, “but I won’t give up; I audition as much as I can.”

I don’t remember exactly how one statement led to the next, but in sharing his tale it came up that he was a successful athlete who played basketball through college. Years later, he still enjoyed playing basketball with friends.

The young waiter said he had hurt his Achilles tendon playing basketball over a year ago. The doctors warned him it would take up to three months to heal, if he stayed off of it. But alas, he admitted he couldn’t sit still and never slowed down. A year later, he is still in pain, to the extent that it is now hurting his acting career.  And this is where everything changed, for him and me. His next words were my cue.

“But I pray to God every day that he will heal me,” he said with hope. I didn’t have to await further instruction; I knew exactly what God wanted me to do. I was equipped for this.

“Well you are doing it wrong,” I replied.

“What do you mean ‘doing it wrong?’” he said, surprised.

“You aren’t supposed to ask God to heal you. You are supposed to command it away!” I was already in motion as I spoke, moving from one side of the table around to the other. Before he knew what hit him, I was standing directly in front of him.

I looked him in the eye and said, “God loves you very much, and wants you to be well, to be pain-free. I would like to pray for you, but I am also going to put my hands on your ankle. It’s your right one, correct?”

“How did you know it was my right one?”

“So it is, then? God told me that!”

“No way! How did you know that?” he says again.

“God told me! Because he wants you well!” I exclaimed with excitement.

“That is amazing! How did she know that?” he asks Jenny and Dina, who are still in their seats just as confused and amazed as our young waiter.

I lean down and put both hands on his right ankle and say one of the shortest prayers I have ever spoken. I realize through the noise of the restaurant, the young man can’t hear me, no one else around can hear me, I have only the spirit-realm to talk to.

I start with the bad spirit first and command, “Spirit of pain, I command you to leave this young man’s ankle right now in the name of Jesus Christ! Achilles tendon, in the name of Jesus Christ I command you be healed!” And then I add, “Spirit of God, I thank you for blessing this young man with a perfect ankle.”

Seconds pass, and I don’t want to prolong what might be embarrassment for this young waiter in his place of employment. I stand up, smile and proclaim, “You are healed!” When I stand, I realize he had continued talking with my two teammates, so I turn and head toward my chair on the other side of the table.

Before I reach my seat, the young man says, “Whoa! What did you do? My ankle feels…different…it feels heavy…something is happening!”

Such excitement bubbles up inside me and I exclaim: “God is healing you! He is healing you! What do you feel now?”

“It feels better! It’s amazing! The pain is completely gone!” He starts bouncing up and down, like an athlete getting ready for the big game. He cannot contain his grin as he gives me a great big hug and then continues bouncing around the aisle of the crowded restaurant.

Within seconds, a second waiter approaches and asks what all the excitement is about. The healed young man pointed to me and says, “I’m healed! She said God healed my ankle and it doesn’t hurt anymore!”

The second man responded, “I wish she could do something like that for me; I’m in pain all the time.”

With a short step I am in front of the second young man and I say, “Of course God will heal you!”

To which he sadly replies, “God won’t heal me. He doesn’t even know me.”

“Oh but He does know you! And He wants you to be healed. What is causing you pain?”

“My knee.”

“Your left one, correct?”

“How did you know that?”

“I told you God wants you well, so He told me which knee was in pain.” After preparing the second young man the same way I prepared the first, I bent down in the middle of the restaurant and put both of my hands on his knee.

This prayer was different than the first–it had to be. The first young man was a believer; he had been praying to God already to heal him. But this young man was so lost he thought God didn’t even know who he was.

Knowing once again no one but the spirit realm could hear my prayer in the loud restaurant, the words fell softly from my lips, “God, you promised us signs and wonders, and this young man needs exactly that!  Pain, I command you to leave; knee, I command you to be healed!” I felt my palms heat up, a sure sign that God had heard my prayer. I left my hands in place a few more seconds, knowing the love of God was pouring into the young man.

This time when I stood, I assumed the best possible outcome and asked the young man what he felt.

“It’s gone! The pain is gone already! I can’t believe it!”

“Oh but believe it! God loves you that much!” Before I could say any more the second young man began hopping away shouting to his fellow co-workers, “I’m healed! I’m healed!” The first young man, still just as excited, trotted off behind the second to confirm their stories were true.

At this point, I realized I had caught the attention of most of the tables around us. The next few moments were a blur as I headed back to my seat, alive with excitement for how mighty my God is.

Since I was hundreds of miles from home, I’m guessing I may never see those two young men again, but perhaps that is what gave me the courage to jump out of my seat!

“And these signs will follow those who believe: In My name they will cast out demons; they will speak with new tongues; they will take up serpents; and if they drink any deadly thing, it will by no means hurt them; they will lay hands on the sick, and they will recover.”   Mark 16:17-18 NKJV

All Miracles, No Regrets

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A friend recently asked if I had any regrets never having children.

I spent the first half of my 30’s trying to have children, and the second half of my 30’s convincing myself it was God’s will that I didn’t.

The more I learned about my Heavenly Father – I learned this simply wasn’t true. It was Genesis chapter 1, verse 28 that taught me otherwise. God was weaving the earth into being, had just created Adam and Eve and verse 28 says, “Then God blessed them, and God said to them, “Be fruitful and multiply…”.

Romans 12:2 has also become one of my favorite Bible verses to remember when I am not sure of God’s will, “And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, that you may prove what is that good and acceptable and perfect will of God.”

If God’s will is perfect, and He wants us to be fruitful and multiply, bringing children into this world should not be difficult. So why do so many of us struggle with infertility? Simple, we have an enemy among us.

“The thief does not come except to steal, and to kill, and to destroy. I have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly.” (John 10:10 NKJV)

Satan and his demons have a mission – and it is to steal your destiny, kill your dreams, and destroy your future. If Satan doesn’t manage to kill a baby being formed in the womb, he will try to kill that child throughout his childhood and all through adulthood.

While it is God’s will we all die of old age peacefully in our beds, it is Satan’s will our lives be cut short.

My regret is that I didn’t understand my authority in Christ sooner. My regret is letting Satan steal my destiny. James 4:7 says, “Resist the devil and he will flee from you.” I know now that I have the authority in Jesus’ name to tell demons to leave me alone.

I know God can, and will, use my journey to bring healing, restoration, and blessings to others. I was recently able to share my insights with a co-worker, Shanta, who was struggling to get pregnant. For six years she and her husband tried bringing a child into the world. If you have not been through this yourself, you may not understand how discouraging it is to try to get pregnant month-after-month. You have only 12 tries per year, and each month can be like a mini-funeral for your hopes and dreams.

I was able to share with her, “If I knew then, what I know now…I would command Satan and his demons to leave my womb. I would command each child-producing organ in my body to accept God’s richest blessings, and operate by God’s perfect design. I would resist the devil, and he would have to flee.”

In all of Jesus’ miracles on earth, He didn’t pray to His father to heal the sick or raise the dead – he spoke God’s will to the person.

Take up your bed and walk” was His instruction in John 5:11 to a man healed after 38 years of infirmity.

Lazarus, come forth!” was His proclamation in John 11:43 when he raised a man from the dead.

God gave us the power and authority to move mountains with our words. He told us to speak to the problem so the problem will move.

Shanta absorbed every ounce of my advice – and began declaring God’s will over her womb, eggs, and fallopian tubes. On a daily basis she commanded her entire body to come into alignment with God’s will – which is to “be fruitful and multiply…”.

Within three months, Shanta was pregnant!

I certainly won’t take credit for Shanta’s miracle – I was only one stop on her amazing journey toward an answered prayer. Shanta, her husband, and other close friends and family were already praying, already believing God would give them a child. In fact, God was guiding her and her husband through dreams and visions of a future with not just one child, but three! I find that God likes using answered prayers to not only bless the requestor, but to also serve as an inspiration to others – as many as the testimony will reach!

Another stop on Shanta’s miracle-train was her sister, who had also been praying for Shanta’s conception. In August, her sister asked her to help start a 40-day prayer challenge – to which she agreed and found fifteen other people to join them. Each person brought their own hopes and dreams into the 40-day challenge, and on a weekly basis they worked through a Bible study together. Along the way they would share prayer requests and praise reports. During this time, prayers were answered, God’s blessing were pouring out on this hope-filled group.

The prayer warriors were convinced by the end of the 40-day challenge that Shanta was pregnant. They had to talk her into believing it and take a test! Between the time of the positive results from the store-bought test, and the first doctor appointment confirming the same, God spoke to Shanta in the night.

God’s message was clear, “Whatever you ask according to my will, I will answer.” Then He said again, “WHATEVER”.

Each of us has a prayer…we each have our “whatever” we are asking God to answer. But He needs us to do our part – understand His will and command the evil to flee so God’s will may freely flow.

The effective, fervent prayer of the righteous man avails much.” (James 5:16 NKJV)

I can’t wait to meet this new little miracle!

Energy vs. Spirit

This is my story of how I learned to pick locks.

Through my own personal health journey, I ventured into energy medicine, as I innately understood that we needed help staying healthy in this world fraught with sickness and disease. This outlet helped me feel better, so I looked into taking the necessary classes to get certified to do this energy medicine technique on others. And I was good at it. I could get right to what was troubling someone and then obediently follow the techniques I learned to bring them relief. The boundaries of incorporating these techniques into my life didn’t make me question Christianity, as several of the practitioners I met in the training classes were Christians themselves. Some would even pray with me before a session. How comfortable!

But in one of my training classes, I came face-to-face with a demon who manifested during one of my practice sessions. I had scratched the surface of this girl’s emotional problems – and this demon was not happy that I was the one poking around. While I personally already knew the power of Jesus’ name in a demonic situation – I couldn’t reconcile a demon coming up in an energy healing session. What did one have to do with the other?

I paused to desperately ask the instructor, who was keeping his eye on the situation a short distance away, what to do. He stepped in and appeared to continue the energy healing techniques I had started – which only seemed to make the demon angrier. So I reverted to what I knew and trusted – there is nothing more powerful against a demon than the name of Jesus. I stood at the girl’s feet with my hand on her leg while the instructor worked with her.

I said under my breath “In Jesus’ name, I command you to leave” over and over. After four or five repetitions of this – I felt the demon leave her like a gust of wind that traveled from the hand I had on her leg, through my body, and out the other hand. Those in the room saw the gust it had created and resulting look of shock on my face.

The whole event created quite a scene, so the instructor let everyone take a long break for lunch. After I had settled down myself, I asked the instructor if demon manifestation was something that would come up a lot in practicing energy medicine.

He responded, “It depends who you are as a practitioner.” I knew immediately what he meant – my knowledge of my authority in Christ was a large part of my identity at this point in my life, I knew it would keep happening. If it was going to keep coming up – I knew I needed more information.

Amazingly enough, the practitioner I frequented to have sessions done on me, was a Christian who was aware of Curry Blake’s Divine Healing Technician Training®, as he was a guest speaker at her church not long before. She directed me to his website, where Curry had recorded one of his 3-day training sessions. I managed to absorb eighteen hours of video in a single weekend. This was the key, demons were the cause of every sickness and disease, and I only needed to understand my authority in Christ to kick some demon butt.

It took me a while to reconcile divine healing from energy healing – as my path had co-mingled them immediately. A fellow Bible student laid out an analogy for me that settled it once and for all.

He shared, “Imagine you are in a room, filled with sickness and disease. And there is a locked door to a room just on the other side that has complete freedom from all sickness and disease. Energy medicine, if studied enough, is like learning to pick a lock. With the right tools, training, and practice, you likely can pick the lock and get to the room with complete freedom on the other side. It could take years to master the techniques, but you can get there. Or, divine healing is basically having the Holy Spirit knock the door down in one powerful blow. That freedom in the other room can be one puff away.”

That sealed it for me. Who wouldn’t want the power of the Holy Spirit at their disposal? I dropped energy medicine and jumped into divine healing in a big way. What I didn’t realize, is how long these truths had been around. How could I have been going to church every Sunday since birth – and not know about this opportunity to live in divine health? Why was the church hiding this from us?

Jesus’ stories in the Bible were just that – stories taught in Sunday school of the great miracles that the Son of God performed while on the earth. How great it will be to join him in heaven someday! And that is where it stopped – getting my ticket to heaven.

I set out to find a church that was living this out, healing the sick, casting out demons, setting the captives free! And while it has been hard to find, they do exist.

This has been my journey, what got me where I am today – living a simple, yet supernatural life.

My God Rocks

Shelly is a special girl; being a preacher’s kid seems to be a big part of her identity. She craves the power of God’s magnificence in her life…begs Him for it through prayer.

“That’s your first problem!” I said to Shelly one day in the office. “Don’t talk to the Father about the problem. Talk to the problem about the Father!”

But good Christians aren’t taught that – not even preacher’s kids.

After catching up after a long weekend, Shelly shared she was fasting to prepare to lay hands on her friend Michael, who was in the early stages of cancer diagnoses. The doctors in Dallas weren’t quite sure how to handle this rare form of cancer they were seeing in him. So Michael had started driving almost four hours each way to a cancer treatment center in Oklahoma.

Before his next doctor visit, Shelly was getting “warriored-up”!

To encourage her, I shared some of my recent examples of laying hands – how we can simply stand on the promise of His word: that if we lay hands, they will recover. Not might recover – but will recover. This promise from Mark 16:18 cannot be broken. God doesn’t break promises.

I got so excited sharing encouragement about laying hands, I said to Shelly “Let’s just do it now! Let’s lay hands on Michael!” I explained she would be the stand-in for Michael – she would put her hands where he needed healing, which we decided was around the liver, rib area on the right side. I asked Shelly to focus on her friend as we prayed.

Without hesitation I began commanding healing of Michael’s liver. After a few minutes of praying I felt pressure in my own body on the same place – my liver was aching – so I didn’t stop. I soon began praying for wisdom to pour into Shelly who was shaking and crying under the power of the prayer.

God had me tell Shelly, “Don’t worry, my child. It is done.” I could see in my mind’s eye Michael’s liver turning from black to pink. Healthy, beautiful pink.

After sharing more tears and excitement that we have such an awesome God, we decided Shelly needed to call Michael and check in. We were pretty sure this prayer had moved mountains!

I attempted to get back to work, but could still feel the pressure on my right side. Not having the patience to wait to hear from Shelly, I headed her way. When she saw me coming, she simply handed me the phone. On the other end, a perfect stranger I had never met.

I asked Michael how he felt and he said the pressure he had been feeling under his ribs for weeks had suddenly gone. While he couldn’t pinpoint when the pain left, he knew exactly where he was just moments before we called. Out of the blue he had to run to the restroom…and I knew…the cancer had left his body!

I asked Michael if he was prepared to stand in his healing and accept that the cancer was gone. This concept was clearly not new to him – as he was already standing in the knowledge that cancer was not God’s best for him. He was fully prepared to tell his doctors he was healed.

Two days later, Shelly called with the amazing news. After the four-hour trek to Oklahoma, Michael arrived at the cancer center, and after some quick diagnostics, they couldn’t find the cancer they had recently diagnosed.

Smile. My God rocks.

Heaven on Earth

Most Christians I know can recite The Lord’s Prayer by heart. Jesus taught the disciples this prayer during His time on earth to teach them His father’s desire for a personal relationship with them. This prayer was never meant to be recited by a crowd in public. In the book of Matthew, chapter 6, Jesus encouraged the disciples to find a secret place, away from the audience of men, to pray to the Father.

For those less familiar, the model prayer from Matthew 6:9–13 (NKJV) is as follows:

Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name.

Your kingdom come. Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors.

And do not lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one.

For Yours is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever. Amen.

As I studied divine healing, I came to understand the power of this portion of the prayer, “Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven.” We are praying for God’s will to manifest in our lives.

Understanding that God’s will for us is to always be healthy was an important foundation in praying healing for someone. If I am simply agreeing with God’s will, I know I am always praying the right thing.

How do I know it is God’s will that you be healthy? I like to rest on the promise of Romans 12:2 (NKJV), “And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, that you may prove what is the good and acceptable and perfect will of God.”

God’s will is perfect. And by perfect, I am happy to declare that means no sickness or disease. There is no sickness and disease in Heaven – in God’s Kingdom. The statement just before “Your will be done” is “Your Kingdom come.” God is instructing us to pray that the realities of God’s Kingdom come into earth, so that His will may be done on earth.

There is no sickness in Heaven, therefore it is not God’s will there be sickness on earth. My healing prayers are simply seeing the person in front of me as God sees them – and agreeing the sickness attacking them needs to leave so that God’s will prevails.

Later in the book of Matthew, in chapter 18, verse 18 (NKJV), Jesus says, “Assuredly, I say to you, whatever you bind on earth with be bound in heaven, and whatever you loose on earth with be loosed in heaven. Again I say to you that if two of you agree on earth concerning anything that they ask, it will be done for them by My Father in heaven.”

So let’s get to agreeing that sickness and disease have no place in our lives! Let’s agree that God’s perfect will for us is divine health! In Jesus’ name, I can bind whatever tries to afflict me. Let’s bind cancer! Bind migraines! Bind diabetes!

If you are interested in learning more about divine healing and living in supernatural health, I would encourage you to read “Divine Healing Made Simple: Simplifying the supernatural to make healing and miracles a part of your everyday life” by Praying Medic. This paramedic – turned supernatural healer – has managed to write a book that provides a soup-to-nuts, easy-to-read view of living a supernatural life in the Kingdom of God. This book covers topics from healing to deliverance; the author kept it simple, shared his personal stories and testimonies, and made Divine Healing within reach for everyone.

May God’s will be done in your life today!

Reporting for Duty

I think we all like the idea of angels, especially guardian angels that our parents promised were standing by at all times. When I started driving for the first time, my dad gave me a sticker for my car that said “Never drive faster than your guardian angel can fly.” I cherish the sentiment that I am always safe in my Heavenly Father’s grasp.

The more I learn about the supernatural lifestyle, the more angels seem to come up. If you dive in like I did, and start learning and absorbing as much as possible about spiritual gifts, you will soon start reading about people who have the gift of “seeing in the spirit,” or in 1 Corinthians, chapter 12 it is called “discerning of spirits.” This gift often comes with mixed reviews – as the spirit world is made up of both types of spirit beings – the good and the bad. If you want to see angels, and learn to do so, most likely you will also see demons.

As children, seeing angels and demons can be a common occurrence. In fact, the demon called “Fear” is one of Satan’s favorites to flash in front of children at night, from under the bed or lurking in a dark corner of the room. We have come to accept when children become afraid of the dark, and from a young age let fear settle into their souls and take up residence. Oh, how I wish I could teach all the children of the world to command the demons to go in Jesus’ name so they could conquer fear and never let it return.

I watched several video courses and read many books by Christians with the gift of seeing in the spirit. And while certain individuals seem to be more “tuned in” than others – I agree this is a gift we can all chose to receive from our Heavenly Father.

The best analogy I heard to explain this gift, was that seeing in the spirit realm is just like using our imagination. As children, using our imagination is encouraged, but as soon as children see the bad side of this (the monster under the bed), we tell them, “Oh, there is no monster under the bed! It is all in your imagination.” So it is engrained early on, that scary things live in our imaginations, and that must be bad. Studies show that children stop actively using their imaginations at 9 years of age, often as parents and teachers stop encouraging it.

But our imagination is actually more like a TV. A TV is not inherently good or bad. Instead what you chose to project on that TV can be good or bad. It is our choice what to watch, just like it is our choice what we chose to imagine.

I now like the idea of imagining angels…heavenly helpers reporting for duty. Besides the “guardian angels” that drive around with me, I also believe I can deploy “healing angels” to extend my reach when I want to lay hands on someone I’m not in front of.

I have witnessed “deliverance angels” that help fight the demonic forces that attempt to attack us physically. And now I believe in “prophetic angels” that will deliver information to us about someone who needs a word from God.

And recently, a prophet told me that a “scribe angel” has been assigned to me. While I had never heard of it, I knew immediately what he meant. This insight gave me the courage to sit down at my keyboard and began to transcribe my first blog entry. Yes, I said transcribe. The Lord has already written the words for me – and my duty is simply to write them down and pass them along.

I thank you for being on this supernatural journey with me. If you would like to learn which angles are hanging out with you, I would encourage you to read one of the following:

My Facebook Newsfeed – why I think I can conquer the world!

I confess that I spend more time skimming my Facebook newsfeed than I spend in prayer to God. I’m hoping you don’t think too poorly of me, and relate to my plight instead.

If Facebook and other social media outlets are going to consume our attention and time, our job is to ensure the content feeds our spirits in the most positive way possible. I personally choose to follow many Christian ministries – not just those that post lovely Bible verses or words of encouragement each day. I choose to follow ministries that are living the Great Commission – they are healing the sick, cleansing the lepers, raising the dead, and casting out demons – as Jesus instructed us to do in the book of Matthew, chapter 10. These ministries are going into all the world to preach the gospel to every creature – Jesus’ parting directions for us from Mark, chapter 16.

On a daily basis, I enjoy watching great revivals taking place across the world, where thousands become believers in a single night! I’m not kidding…its happening! Don’t believe me? Start following Todd Bentley, who recently visited Africa where he witnessed over 3,000 salvations, and even more across India, Mexico and Canada, all in a single summer. He is truly a man after God’s heart and serves as an amazing inspiration.

The street healing ministries are the most encouraging to me – approaching perfect strangers and asking to bring peace and healing to the lives of those they touch. Seeing blind eyes open or deaf ears hear has become a daily, common occurrence for me. Want to get inspired? I would urge you to follow Todd White – a former drug addict turned minister – who now changes the life of almost everyone he crosses paths with – simply loving and blessing strangers every day.

Any given day of the week, I am barraged by ministers who promise me that God’s grace is more than sufficient for my sins, that God’s desire is that I prosper – financially, physically and emotionally. The ministry and sermons of Joseph Prince in Singapore are at my fingertips thanks to modern technology.

Prophesies and dreams are shared by many, and not just the ministers, but by those who chose to ‘follow’ along. By following these brave souls who share their exploits and engage as a community, I grow, I learn, and I mimic their inspiring behavior. “Praying Medic” is a former paramedic and atheist who had a dream from God that he would start healing those who rode in his ambulance. He has now written several amazing books on how simple it is to heal, hear God’s voice, see in the spirit, and now travel in the spirit!

I have no choice but to advance, to take on the challenge laid out in front of me each day. So while I am living a relatively simple life, I am blessed that it is also a supernatural one!

Thanks Facebook!

Spoons to the Rescue

Every day gives us an opportunity to be used by God. It is not every day I accept the challenge. A million small reasons can get in the way, but public embarrassment is my biggest nemesis. I know that fear is Satan’s attempt to keep me from stepping out in faith and asking someone who needs healing if I can pray for them.

One afternoon, I met my parents in downtown McKinney – a historic shopping and restaurant district equidistant between our two towns – our favorite middle ground. It was Memorial Day, and the restaurant we planned to visit was closed for the holiday. So we meandered over to my next favorite spot – a quaint, but hopping café on the next block called Spoons.

Lots of people had the same idea and patrons were waiting to be seated. We told the hostess we had a party of three, and settled in for the wait in a row of chairs behind the hostess stand. After a couple of minutes this young, seemingly vibrant, hostess plopped into a chair and started adjusting a Velcro brace on her left knee. My dad couldn’t help but ask the young lady why she needed such a brace at her age.

The hostess explained that she was a former gymnast and had injured her knee at one point – cutting her gymnastics career short. Tragic – only Satan steals our dreams from us.

I looked at my dad, a little surprised he didn’t jump at the chance to pray for the pain she was experiencing in her knee – but I also understand the pressure of stepping out in public.

I said, “Sounds like a challenge!” to which he chuckled. More people came in, so the hostess went back to work. Within moments it was our turn to be seated, and I couldn’t believe we would just walk away. I couldn’t let God down and pass this opportunity by.

I told my parents what I wanted to drink and marched right back to the hostess stand. There were very few people around – and I hoped I wouldn’t embarrass the hostess or myself too much.

So I boldly started, “Hi, I’m a Christian, and sometimes when I pray for people, they’re healed. Do you mind if I pray for your knee?”

She smiled with an air of excitement and said, “Yes, of course!”

I laid my hands on her knee with the brace, and told the pain it had to go in Jesus’ name.

“How is the pain now?” I asked.

“It’s still there.”

“Ok, let’s do it again. Pain, right now in Jesus’ name I command you to leave and never return! What about now, how is the pain?”

The hostess said it did seem a little better, and began explaining that she had scoliosis, which is part of the reason her knee bothers her. Trying not be intimidated by the increased scope of her need, I asked to pray for her scoliosis as well. With one hand on her neck and one on her lower back, I commanded the scoliosis to leave and for her spine to come back into alignment with God’s perfect design.

When I paused to check in with her, she placed her hands on her ribs to see if she was realigned. I looked at her curiously and asked, “You can tell about your alignment by holding your ribs?”

“Yes, my ribs are twisted, which is part of the problem.”

At the risk of overstepping, I placed my hands on this sweet girl’s ribs and took my prayer one step further.

“In Jesus’ name, I reclaim the future that God has pre-ordained for this young lady. Everything that Satan has stolen, I command it be returned. Spine, ribs, I command you to back into alignment.”

The hostess seemed so gracious when she placed her hands on her ribs one more time to see if there was movement and said “Maybe I just need to sleep on it, and I will be straight in the morning!”

I agreed with her self-prophesy and thanked her for being so sweet to let me pray for her. I was trying not to lose faith on the way back to my seat.

We ordered. We ate. We visited. We had a very pleasant family meal, and it was almost time to leave. I went to ladies room, still not able to get the hostess off my mind. I didn’t want to accept defeat on her behalf – to be so young and have pain was simply not acceptable!

I stared into the mirror and said, “God, you said that if I lay hands, they will recover! That is a promise in your Word, and I am going to hold you to that promise. I was obedient, I laid hands – therefore I demand in Jesus’ name that she recover this instant!” I repeated these thoughts until I felt certain that God and I had reached an understanding.

As we were leaving the restaurant, the crowd around the hostess stand had grown, and I wasn’t going to bother this poor hostess anymore. Instead, she waved to get my attention.

“Guess what! My knee doesn’t hurt anymore! I was even able to take my brace off!”

“Really?” I asked with excitement!

“Really! Thank you so much!” the hostess said in reply.

To which I responded joyfully “Thank you Jesus!”

The way that God can orchestrate our divine appointments never ceases to amaze me. If the restaurant we intended to visit that day hadn’t been closed, I might never have crossed paths with this Spoons hostess. But God can manage to cross two people’s paths to further His perfect plan for our lives.

We pray to God to heal us, but He told us to heal the sick. He needs us to lay hands, so they will recover. He needs us to be willing to be used every day.

Are you ready?

Hearing God’s Voice

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Ever since I learned that God’s will for us is divine health, I’ve had a hard time convincing others of this simple truth. That God intends for us to be happy, healthy, and whole all the time. That sickness and disease is not passed out by our heavenly Father – rather by the evil one that intends to steal, kill and destroy all of us.

Shortly after I completed Curry Blake’s Divine Healing Technician Training®, and had a few healing success stories under my belt, I stumbled into an opportunity to connect with a co-worker, Matt, who was previously in ministry.

I couldn’t wait to tell Matt about some of the amazing healing testimonies I had accumulated. I had been sharing with him over the past several months snippets of the healing training I had taken, and of the signs and wonders I had already seen in my life. I thought his starting point, his faith, would be much further along. I thought a former minister would believe my exciting tales. But I was faced with unbelief. Matt admitted that he had never seen anyone walk in healing, or demonstrate the amazing signs and wonders I was speaking of.

Over dinner with Matt I desperately looked around the restaurant for someone who needed a miracle. I thought God would deliver a waiter to me that would be in obvious need of prayer. But to no avail…our strapping young waiter appeared to be in perfect health.

As I continued explaining to Matt how God’s amazing spiritual gifts work, I was amazed at the scriptures that came to my mind, which I was able to share in support of my cause. I hadn’t realized how many scriptures were buried in my heart that were delivered in perfect timing with my tale.

At one point in the conversation I motioned to the next table over and the lady sitting about 6-feet away caught my eye. It was at this moment, the conversation with the Holy Spirit started in my head. God was showing me with His eye, where my miracle in the room could be found – a short 6-feet away. God was asking me to be obedient and go pray for the lady who was enjoying dinner with her husband.

But to simply offer to pray for the lady wasn’t enough. In my mind, I told God “That’s not enough. If I’m meant to pray for that lady, you have to tell me specifically what to pray for.”

And louder and clearer than I could have hoped, God whispered “Carpal Tunnel.”

“Really?” I asked. “That simple? Carpal Tunnel.” Okay, I had my orders. But in my doubts, I played out the conversation in my mind with the lady, in the event she didn’t have Carpal Tunnel. If she says this, I will say that. Woe is me of little faith.

My dinner with Matt was coming to a close, our bill was paid and I was running out of time. I decided obedience had to prevail; I knew God would reward that even if a miracle didn’t follow. I asked Matt to wait a moment – I needed to pray for the lady at the next table over.

I crossed the 6-foot span to the table and approached the lady, “Excuse me, I hate to interrupt your dinner, but I have to ask if you have Carpal Tunnel?”

To my amazement, she said, “Why, yes, I do!” and as her eyes met mine they were as big as quarters.

I followed up by nervously saying, “Well, I am a Christian, and God told me to come over and pray for your Carpal Tunnel. So if you didn’t have it…well, it was a risk.” I smiled and continued, “Do you mind if I pray for you?”

“Of course!” she said and we joined hands as if on cue. Unlike most I pray for, she kept her eyes wide open with curiosity. I prayed a quick prayer, then paused and asked her how she felt.

“You’re shaking” she noticed.

“It’s just the Holy Spirit,” I smiled, “that means its working!”

She explained her wrists only hurt when she reads a book, or does activity for a period of time. I confirmed for her she was healed, that it wouldn’t be a problem for her anymore.

I said “God bless you” and walked back towards Matt, who had inched his way as close to the table as possible trying to take it in.

I knew in that moment, everything about that experience was for him. Matt needed to see it in action. A simple prayer offered in obedience to a stranger in a restaurant will change his life.

Are you up for miracles in your lives, my friends?