When God's works are fun
Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2009 10:28 pm
The Pastor in the Presbyterian Church I was going to (I am not Presbyterian) was touched by God and encouraged the congregation to move in His spiritual gifts, especially healing. (that's why I went there) After hitting a wall for so long, he finally decided to leave and started a new church, combining with a home church whose Pastor was moving out of state. Get this, it is located in the chapel of an old centenary college that converted to a community college.
Opening old wells...
After service, I hugged a woman who started prophecing over me. (I like to hug people) She was saying things I already knew but it was pretty cool anyway. Afterward, I was looking at her and she waited because I was looking at her midsection. I asked if she had trouble with her stomach as I was reaching out to touch her. She looked me in the eye and said she did. As I got ready to pray, I stopped, saying, "I'm not allowed to pray"
See, the Pastor made a point of telling the congregation that only the people with the "prayer team" tags were allowed to lay hands on anyone and pray for them in the church; that they will have training for people in the future and that they are picky on who gets on the prayer team. Even before the move, I was waiting to be freed to pray because apparently someone complained about me in the past, although I was never told what the exact complaint was. I'm not worried about it because I have confidence where I stand with the Lord and He is doing something with it.
Now here is the fun part. The woman says, "Not in church. Follow me" and marches down the aisle and out the door. Hee hee, gotta love her tenacity. She said she had bowel surgery with part of her intestine removed and she was going to have me pray for her because I was the only one that heard it. (meaning word of knowledge) So I prayed for her outside. She thanked me for being obedient listening to the Lord. Then she prayed for the fear to leave the church, to welcome others in their gifts. Last, she told me that she asked God to bring someone to her to pray for her healing and pain. Humm... didn't ask her if she felt better; guess I just knew she did.
I then hugged her again and introduced myself ::rofl
Opening old wells...
After service, I hugged a woman who started prophecing over me. (I like to hug people) She was saying things I already knew but it was pretty cool anyway. Afterward, I was looking at her and she waited because I was looking at her midsection. I asked if she had trouble with her stomach as I was reaching out to touch her. She looked me in the eye and said she did. As I got ready to pray, I stopped, saying, "I'm not allowed to pray"
See, the Pastor made a point of telling the congregation that only the people with the "prayer team" tags were allowed to lay hands on anyone and pray for them in the church; that they will have training for people in the future and that they are picky on who gets on the prayer team. Even before the move, I was waiting to be freed to pray because apparently someone complained about me in the past, although I was never told what the exact complaint was. I'm not worried about it because I have confidence where I stand with the Lord and He is doing something with it.
Now here is the fun part. The woman says, "Not in church. Follow me" and marches down the aisle and out the door. Hee hee, gotta love her tenacity. She said she had bowel surgery with part of her intestine removed and she was going to have me pray for her because I was the only one that heard it. (meaning word of knowledge) So I prayed for her outside. She thanked me for being obedient listening to the Lord. Then she prayed for the fear to leave the church, to welcome others in their gifts. Last, she told me that she asked God to bring someone to her to pray for her healing and pain. Humm... didn't ask her if she felt better; guess I just knew she did.
I then hugged her again and introduced myself ::rofl