we were blessed this week with a visit from Brian Lahoue, and his team from Cambridge Mass..Bryant heads up the ministry called "The Awakening". It involves a consistent outreach into the Harvard Square area of Cambridge. And the desire for the awakening of spiritually dead but academically brilliant people at Harvard University.
You can find them on Facebook at "The Awakening, Harvard Square".
Brian brought a good message reminding us of the authority, of God's kingdom that Jesus left with us when he commissioned us to go forth and make disciples of the world. We are in a position of authority to take back what the enemy has stolen. We have the opportunity to not only represent our King, but to recapture his original intent for his creation.
It was a good reminder to be on the offensive for our King. Not on the defensive ,just trying to survive in a world filled with the enemy's philosophies and practices.
The ministry time was a time of sweet revival. As the worship team lead us through songs and praises, Brian and his team used their anointing to bring an a cute awareness of God's presence in our meeting.
One particular call for healing cock my attention, and I will share with you why.
Brian called up someone who is having problems with their jaw, particularly pain.
This made me almost jumped from my seat, actually my hand shot up first and then I jumped up from my seat.
About three months ago I was hit with an acute case of TMJ. I was in tremendous pain and went immediately to the emergency room where I was given muscle relaxer, and painkiller. These both helped slightly, but there seem to be something more going on. As a number people interceded over what was happening, and the events leading up to when it started it was pretty clear to most people including myself that this was a spiritual thing not a physical thing.
I sought God regarding its effects and why it was occurring. He revealed it to me through a prayer team consisting teenagers from our student ministries Department. As they prayed over me one of them spoke clearly that this had to do with verbal judgments that I had spoken against other people in Ministry. Those judgments had given the enemy and opportunity to throw a dagger at my jaw and cause this physical manifestation. When that student said those words I knew it was true. I had spent many hours over my years of Ministry speaking judgments over those I did not agree with, or thought they should be doing a better job.
As I started to confess in general right there the pain dissipated, and I no longer needed any sort of pain medication. I had far more to confess than just the first few minutes in a prayer circle.Over the next few weeks God faithfully brought to mind people that I had judged verbally. I sought repentance from God and from those I could get a hold of I asked for forgiveness from them as well. It was a wonderful journey, but my jaw still did not work.
I went to doctors, and chiropractors and they would tell me the same thing. You jaw muscle is swollen, you should be happy you're not in pain, eat soft things everything should be fine in a few weeks.
My heart told me I needed to wait for complete healing. I needed to wait because God wanted to remind me how powerful my jaw can be.The words I speak and especially the judgments that I had spoken can cause a lot of pain. The words I speak in teaching and encouragement also cause a lot of joy. So each day that my jaw did not work each time I would attempt to bite down on something that I can no longer eat because my muscle wouldn't let me, I took as a reminder to be careful what I say.
And I waited.
I could have sought out people who I know have healed other people. I believed God wanted me to wait until He called me out. Until He revealed to somebody that I needed healing.
That occurred on Saturday night.
After I jumped out of my seat and went forward and received prayer, my jaw completely closed. I enjoyed a large family gathering on Sunday afternoon, without any hesitation to eat whatever I wanted.
I thank God for the healing. I thank God for the opportunity to learn a lesson. I pray I will never forget either.
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