Resurrection Day 2009

Got to church today hoping to receive, but I was called to give instead. We sat in the back row (at spouse's insistance, long story) and during the worship time, love just went out from me to these people and I started praying love, peace, and healing over that house. I drew from what I suppose has become a resource now, the connection that comes when I turn to Him in faith, and the house there just needed an outpouring of the Spirit, so I stood there in the back row praying over them, loosing Heavenly things over their house inasmuch as I'm able.

The specific altar call at the end of the service was for people who were especially broken or suffering, so I waited for that crowd to thin down before I went up and just quietly knelt down to try to listen to what He might be trying to speak to me. I closed my eyes and just saw pages of the Bible flipping in front of my eyes; I tried to single out a chapter and verse, asking whether there was a specific one He was trying to show me, but the pages kept passing quickly. Isaiah and Hebrews were the two chapter headings I could make out but the numbers kept changing, so although I honed into two ZIP codes, I didn't find a direct address.

Add to this the peculiar fact that He has just (in the past week) opened up the letters of Paul to me, and things get complicated. Every time I'd get through the New Testament to the end of Acts, I'd get a message to go back to the Gospels and go through again, that I wasn't yet ready to start on Paul (I went through those chapters maybe five times). Now that I'm opening up Paul's letters, today I just got two more chapters to add to the stack. The stack's becoming intimidating, especially with all the extra-Biblical stuff I'd had lined up as well.

Gotta start somewhere.
Oh yeah, and He is risen indeed: Alleluia!


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