I don’t think about updating very often. I should, and I’m going to try to do that more.
Wednesday I started a chemistry class. I’m taking it with two other girls. I really wish I didn’t have to, but I do, so…
I also need to start seriously editing my novel. I’ve done the first chapter one and a half times, but other than that, not a’tall.
I made a new slideshow today using pictures of Clean Place members’ dogs. To the song – take a guess – Who Let the Dogs Out.
I need to get off now and get ready to go to The Well (a building near a well where a bunch of Christians meet to pray and worship and share testimonies). Here’s what’s been happening there, written by a woman who goes there.
I remember the day when, I was a child, and Jesus showed up at church. Services had been basically the same for years, or as I suspected, for generations. When the Holy Spirit announced his arrival, his message didn’t come through the minister, but a quiet housewife. As she stood trembling in front of the whole congregation and prophesied, people froze in shock. Prophecy, they had thought, was extinct. My father was so awed that he was unable to speak for hours afterward.
Then, not only did the Holy Spirit interrupt our traditions, He also interrupted a death sentence. A woman with terminal cancer was healed. In the weeks to follow, spectacular miracles became frequent through prayers of ordinary Christians. My dad was instantaneously healed of partial lameness after 15 years. It was like he got a new leg, and I got a new dad.
As this news leaked out, new people began to flock to our nice suburban church. But they didn’t look like us. Folks referred to them as “hippies”. They were abandoning drugs in favor of Jesus. I watched them bang out their unashamed worship on guitars. I was so inspired by their outrageous “born-again” exploits that my heart burned to love Jesus as they did. I was driven to my own encounter with Him and my destiny was changed.
Those hippies are now middle-aged. Not long ago a couple of them were interviewed in a Christian magazine. They’re affecting hundreds, maybe thousands of youth. If you do that long enough, you’ll end up rewriting history. And it all began with a housewife, a message, and The Unexpected Visitor.
In our Saturday night meetings He’s been visiting us as well. The Bible calls these “times of refreshing from the Presence of the Lord.” How can we roll out the red carpet until His visits are so frequent, they overlap? How can we ordinary people, like that housewife, be resting places for His Glory?
Last Saturday night the question went out, does anyone have a message from Him? Someone did. And then there were so many people giving words and testimonies that they could hardly fit them in sideways. These are just a few of the things that happened:
16-year-old [Younf Man] felt that there was someone there with a brain problem. [A guy] responded and said that he had been shot and still had the bullet…in his brain! This injury had partially paralyzed his left side. People prayed and he felt improvement.
[The guy] explained that he had actually died during the shooting, and had an encounter with Jesus whom he did not yet know. He and his wife will return to tell the rest of the story in September. Or you can watch their 700 Club interview on cbn.com under Matthew Botsford- to H### and back. Their website is www.seedsoflove.net
[A woman] just returned from Turkey full of joy and stories of Muslims encountering the Love of Jesus and His miracles. She’ll tell more next Saturday.
[Another one] prayed for a friend who had a hole in her lung. Shortly afterward the doctors said that it was gone.
[A man] had a word of knowledge for an injured kneecap. [A fellow] responded. After prayer [the fellow] felt immediate relief. The next day he ran up and down the stairs without pain for the first time in a long time.
If you are thirsty, stop by the Well- and get a large drink “to go”. If your cup is full, share with someone else. If it’s overflowing, find the driest desert you can, and pour out what He’s given to you. Then come back, grab the mic and tell us about it (in 5 minutes or less ) Alter the destiny of a kid who rewrites history. Or rewrite it yourself.
See you next Saturday,
[Lady who wrote the e-mail]
There’s nothing special about “the well” or the people that go there. They’re Christians just like you. They’ve just realized that when Jesus told His desciples in Matthew 10:8 to “8Heal the sick, raise the dead, cleanse those who have leprosy, cast out demons” He didn’t mean do it for a few hundred years and then stop. He meant for all of His followers to the end of time to do this, because when we become Christians we’re filled with the Holy Spirit and recieve the authority to do these things in Jesus’s name. People might no get healed every time you pray for them, but it still changes things, and it’s never a waste. The power of God is there for those who will seek after Him with all of their heart, for those hearts that burn for Him, to know Him, to do His will.
Getting off now. Have a slendiferous day. That sounds like a plant or something…
- WM
I would love to work my novel into a readable, publishable piece of fiction, so that’s I’m going to do.
I have a plot idea and characters. I have two main characters. One of them is very dark – Michael de’Zenandrielle, whose eyes are as dark as his soul (c) and the others is very light – Gabriel Ram (c), the epitome of goodness, though he has his faults (I’m just not sure what they are yet…).
