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Meeting Speeritwoman (Finally) part 2 There was always something going on at the stage, which changed frequently enough to keep people from getting bored. Different issues were covered throughout the day. We had missed earlier in the day when the Francis Frangipane, the senior pastor of my church, River of Life, had spoke and gave away 30,000 copies of his book 'The Jezebel Spirit.' We had arrived at the beginning of one of the many worship periods. A band played several songs I recognized from my local contemporary Gospel station, as Barb and I raised our hands joining the tens of thousands of others who were singing and worshipping. This went on for some 20 minutes or so. Then Lou Engle stepped up to speak. This was the first time I saw and heard this man, so again I didn't know what he would be like. His mannerisms and ways of speech reminded me of a professional wrestler from one of those big fake wrestling programs with the glitter and beautiful women. Except what he had to say was edifying and obviously someone who is born again and walking in the Holy Spirit. His voice was deep and gruff, and he frequently lulled, or trailed off a sentence. He seemed very hyper, always bobbing back and forth from the waist up, and he was very good at working a crowd. With each issue after he and others spoke, he would call for us in the stands to gather in small groups to pray about the subject being addressed. Barb and I usually joined with a pair of young couples in the row behind us. After which there would be music and worship for a while until the next issue was addressed. Pastor Lou often quoted Dr. Seusse books to illustrate his points. Especially those involving a character known as Horton the elephant. He spoke of abortion and adoption, and unlike many preachers who only magnify how bad abortion is, he presented adoption as very realistic. He made a point in publicly recognizing everyone in the stands who had either adopted or been adopted, which hit home with both Barb and I, because Barb was adopted as a , and I had adopted my ex-wife's from her prior marriage. A young man and his wife spoke. He was holding a small girl as he gave an emotional testimony of how he and his wife came to adopt the little girl he was holding and that she was a 'crack baby.' A pair of pretty young women who were twins also spoke of how they had been adopted as . Lou came back and asked for a 10 minute silent observance where we all stood with big red stickers that said 'LIFE' over our mouths for those who can't cry out. Then he had us form small groups to pray. After which the twins sang some songs. At that point I was getting very thirsty since it was about 95 degrees on a humid sunny day, so I went to get us some ice water to drink. Since I didn't keep much cash on me I had to find an ATM which was about a quarter of the way around the stadium. At the end of the field, I passed several large tents where hundreds of people were lined up at. There were healing prayer tents, intercession prayer tents, prophetic prayer tents, and I don't know what all else. I thought about telling Barb about them and maybe bringing her to a healing tent later on as I got my money and made my way to a concession stand near where we were seated. I got us each one of those huge two liter cups with ice and water. I was just paying for it when one of the attendants approached and asked for some ice water for a heat victim in the women's restroom. The cashier gave her a couple dinky paper cups with ice and water and the attendant left. So I laid a $5 on the counter and told the cashier that if that attendant came back for more ice water, give her a big one like I had. I returned right at the end of a prayer session, and had no idea what the subject was because I had been gone for so long. I was a little surprised Barb didn't call my cell to see what was up. I settled back in, and Pastor Lou began talking about our youth, and the generation gaps, and how us older folks need to impart ourselves to the younger. All of which I totally agree with, and found very timely since I am currently reading a book called, 'Passing the Baton,' by John McElroy. Pastor Lou asked for everyone under age 20 to stand and be recognized. Then he asked for us to gather around the standing young people and pray over them. There was a teenage boy a few seats over from me that I went to, and Barb stayed where she was and extended her hand toward us. From there Lou spoke of the sons of thunder, and the fathers of thunder, and several more men both older and younger spoke regarding generatonal relationships. After some more music Lou spoke of Gidden and his 300 in battle. Then he called for the Gidden 300 to come forth, and 300 people all with worship horns proceeded from the far side of the stadium to the front with several drums beating as they proceeded. While they were approaching, Lou asked everyone who had car keys to take them out and hold them. At his cue we were to jingle them. When they were all behind him he told us we were to shout to the Lord, jingle our keys, as the 300 blew their horns. He mentioned a special type of laser we were going to use that would convert all that sound into light and send it 24,000 miles out into space. It was very loud, and I could almost imagine the brilliant light flash we were producing way out in space. Suddenly I felt very light headed and weak, was sweating profusely, yet felt freezing cold. At first I thought is was the heat, so I sat down and closed my eyes. I don't know how long I sat like that before Barb noticed, and asked if I was all right. I lacked even the strength to speak so I shook my head. Immediately, Barb and the folks behind me began to pray for me, claiming healing, and to lift whatever was oppressing me. I remembered my experience at Sharyl's (Fullofjoyeternal) church in Madison last New Years when I got a big breaking in the area of prayer, and this seemed quite similar. I didn't know what was breaking this time, but I knew beyond doubt it was something spiritual. Some stronghold, or curse I wasn't aware of. When Barb and the guys finished praying, the feeling of cold, weakness, and lightheadedness was gone. I told Barb that something spiritual had just happened, and sat there for a minute. On stage a song began. I stood up, raised my hands, and was fine, belting out the words of the song like nothing had happened to me. I kept reminding myself that all these folks and many more are going to be at rapture, the millennial kingdom, and all eternity with me, and felt very at peace. When the event was over we went to Barb's car and just sat there talking as we waited for the traffic to thin out. A middle aged black man offered us some cookies and bottled water he had in a cooler explaining that today was his birthday and that he couldn't think of a better way to celebrate then with a hundred thousand other believers. Once we finally got out we were both hungry from having not eaten since very early afternoon. Barb took us to a truck stop called 'The Tennessean,' where I had grits for the first time ever, and something called a 'Hillbilly Breakfast' which consisted of biscuits and gravy over fried eggs and hash browns. I remarked that she didn't seem at all sick any more, and she confirmed that any time she felt it beginning to come on she would rebuke it and begin to just praise God, and that kept it at bay. It was almost 3:00 AM when Barb dropped me off at my hotel, and went home herself. We were to go to her church in the morning, but we both overslept and totally missed it. So we met for a Chinese brunch before I left for home. At Nashville I stopped at the stadium because there was an after 'The Call' worship from 2 PM to 10 PM. I hung out for a couple hours, taking in the music and worship, watching a group of young prayer warriors get commissioned, and checked out a tent that had a bunch of stuff from Morningstar Ministries. (That would be Rick Joyner) I was so joyful, that I sang praises nearly all the way home, even though I got lost at least 3 times, detoured over 50 miles out of my way, nearly ran out of gas, and decided that in Kentucky, radio stations that don't play Country music must be illegal since I couldn't find anything but Country when I was in Kentucky. I am very glad I finally got to meet Barb. She proved herself a sweet and gracious hostess, and even though she was sick too. Isaiah 66:2b; But to this one I will look, To him who is humble and contrite of spirit, and who trembles at My word. |
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You are as usual too sweet. I did end up going to the church after our meal, and met with the senior pastor and his wife, and they had indeed been at the Call as well. They had spoken of coming , but were not firm on it, and I was sorry that you had not had the chance to meet them, or my other son. I have experienced vertigo before, and have had it off and on for two weeks now. Unfortunately CONSTANT prayer and praise are not realistic when one has to work, so it comes up on me here and there. I have a molar that has become VERY sensitive to sugar and cold so I am starting to think that is where an infection is brewing and causing the inner sinus cavity fluid buildup that would cause my inner ear issue, and thus the vertigo. So I went to my dentist who actually agreed and feels I do need a root canal, but that will have to wait a bit for the Lord to bring in those kind of finances! But the good news is between prayer praise and 1000 mg of amoxicillin a day...I may be up to snuff here soon! I felt so badly that I was not as well as I would have liked to have been for your visit, and especially feel badly that we missed church, but we serve a forgiving God, so I know that He forgives us! LOL... At any rate, everyone, it was fun watching Byron, as a 'newbie' to large Christian gatherings, have that experience, and to spend just some good conversation time with him. He too is just like he presents, and that is refreshing. I thank God for my brother in Christ and it is so nice to know that we all can find 'friends for life' here at BC, as well as the someone special some have found here! Both are treasures! He is trying to get me to Cedar Rapids for a visit...but I can't make it any time soon and my blood freezes solid now at 45 degree weather or less,(hehe) so probably not this winter! But perhaps one day there will be a summer event in Iowa, I can have the pleasure of his playing host to me for! God bless, Byron, I have so enjoyed your recollections of the weekend, your writing talent and ability come shining through as well as that memory you told me you inherited!  
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O and another good book about passing the baton and about our youth is "The Last Christian Generation" by Josh McDowell. Unfortunately, he illustrates very clearly that even our 'Christian' youth are not necesarily understanding the Word properly or have clear understandings about living a Christian way of life, spiritual warfare etc. and that some terminology we use thinking they understand, has a different meaning to them. A 'must read' for anyone working with youth.
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