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Name: Sam
Country: United States
State: California
Birthday: 9/7/1969
Gender: Male
Expertise: Teaching people stuff.
Occupation: Other
Industry: Nonprofit
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Member Since:
1/24/2003
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| I find it a good thing to fast. I do not lay down rules for
anyone in this matter, but I know it has been a good thing for me to go
without meals to get time for prayer. So many say they have not
sufficient time to pray. We think nothing of spending an hour or two in
taking our meals. -- D. E. Hoste
You'll never find time to pray. You must make time -- Chuck Smith,
"Effective Prayer Life" | | |
| Last night I spoke at Phunk. It was a little weird to be speaking
at an event while a revival meeting was going on at my old
church. How did that go, by the way? Did people get
saved? Rededications? Healings? I'm still waiting to
experience that one. I have a friend that God used to heal a
death mute in Hong Kong. Crazy stuff. Funny thing is when
we minister together in ole San Jose, nothing. Well, stuff
happens, but not like that. He told me at the airport
before leaving for southeast Asia, "dude, I don't know what it is in
San Jose. God busts out all over. 2,000 kids received
Christ last week...just not in San Jose." I miss Jaeson.
He'll be back in 2 weeks.
Last night was interesting. I think I'm getting jaded about
church ministry. Or maybe minstry that happens in churches?
I am beginning to form some strong convictions that ministry needs to
happen OUT THERE. Church should be the gathering of people who
had a bunch of miracles happen all week. Sundays should be a time
of holiness and purity--a time to worship our King and declare how
glorious He is everyday. I still believe that the House of God is
also a House of Healing. But at the same time, everyone that
enters should have already experienced His healing touch. Time to
go out to the war zone and heal some people. Time to set some
captives free! amen?
ok, I dunno where all that came from. just some random typing.
back to last night. was a good time. 10 or 11 people
rededicated their lives to Christ. There was this guy...
Holy Spirit was all over him. I should have went up to him and
prayed for him. I found out later that he was not a
believer. I told his Christian friend to go call him and get him
saved. that guy was that close. i mean, he was like crying
right at the beginning of the sermon. during the funny parts he
was still crying. wow. visiting phunk was almost worth it
just to see the Spirit ministering to someone so powerfully.
last thing, pray for my armpit muscle. i pulled it doing some
pushups. i decided to get tone and in shape so i can do ministry
with more focus and energy.
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| By the way, those of you in high school, anyone with tesimonies from
this year's See You at the Pole? I've got one to share..... more
later. good night
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| ok here's the rest of the story--quickly, while i'm seating
in Elijah's and Elleanna's room, waiting for them to go to bed.
Around 5 or 6 weeks ago, I found myself in bondage over a period of 3
days. I had just come back from leading the OMC
Vacation Bible School.
That was a crazy VBS, where God had me go to show me how easily children come
to belief in Christ. At the VBS, over 500 kids received Christ.
wild. In returning home, I throught to myself, "I deserve a time
out." So I loaded up some computer games. Over the course of 3
days, I was secretly getting up at midnight
to play video games for 3 or 4 hours. During the day, I would find myself
distracted, always thinking about the game. On the third day, I was
sitting in a Starbucks. After several minutes, I started to browse some
web pages dedicated to computer game strategy. A black lady walked up to
me and pretended to drop a pen. It was pretty funny. She just kind
of threw it in the air in front of my feet. What she said was serious,
"In the Name of Jesus, I break the curses of Satan."
I heard that distinctly. I sat there for 20 or 30 seconds stunned.
As I closed my eyes, I felt free of my brief addiction. As I started to
pray, I literally entered into the presence of God. I confessed my sin--my
lack of discipline in regards to how I spend my time, especially in this
critical season that demands my utmost vigilance. After I finished praying, I looked up and the
woman was gone. I went outside and
couldn’t find her. I thought for a
second that she might be an angel. As I
got in my car and headed out of the parking lot, I saw her outside of her car. I stopped and asked her what she saw. For 30 minutes she prophesied into my
life. Most of which I recognized as Truth. At the end of the time, she told me that she
was driving from Santa Cruz back
home to Sacramento when God told
her to pull over into this Starbucks and wait for me to arrive. When I met her, she was just sitting there
waiting.
This was the lady who delivered a prophetic word at the
Abundant Life Christian Fellowship service last week.
**add** she probably wasn't the lady. my bad.
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| I've decided to write down the details of an event that took place some
weeks ago. When it happened to me it brought to my awareness a
greater sense of how important it is to understand that our war is
truly "not against flesh and blood." The main reason why this
comes to mind concerns what happened on Sunday as we visitied Abundant
Life Christian Fellowship. What took place there just days ago
was radical, all God. Here's what happened:
As the service was progressing, just before the sermon started, a woman
raised her voice for all to hear. She was breaking out in her
prayer language. At first I was thinking she was demon possessed
or something, but as I was praying I felt certain God was at
work. Apparently Pastor Paul Sheppard thought so as well.
An usher went up on stage to confer with Pastor Paul. I saw
Pastor Paul praying and after briefly talking with the usher, Paul
allowed the woman to continue. She switched back to English and
delievered a prophetic word to the congregation for 10 minutes.
Mainly, she was quoting various passages from Isaiah and other O.T.
books. I'm sure many in the audience were rather uncomfortable,
but I was in awe that a "mega" church was so open to disrupting their
multiple service schedule for such an intervention. After
the lady finished, Pastor Paul continued with his sermon. Twice
he reaffirmed what the lady had shared. wow. but here's
where it gets real interesting. I'm 99.99% sure I've met this
lady before.
the event that took place weeks ago concerns this lady... more on that
later. i have to get the kids up and ready for school.
visit back soon!
**edit** Someone told me that they got a look at the person and
she's not black. So, I was wrong in identifying her with the
person I met previously. My mistake.
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