I walked into the auditorium and knew it was going to be a powerful night. The air was electric, people were huddled together praying expectantly, and when the worship started, young people rushed to the front and began jumping like they were each given a pogo stick. The crowd literally roared at times, vibrant with joy and ecstasy one minute, then quiet with awful honor the next.
Mid way through the service, after the first round of healing and testimonies, the speaker called forward any who by witnessing the miracles wanted to give their hearts to Jesus. Fifty people went forward, teenage guys arm in arm, parents escorting children, the elderly, some tough some tender. I could feel the angels rejoice. Such vibrant glory!
At the end I, along with the band of intercessors, was asked to step to the front to pray for people. For well over an hour I was swarmed with person after person whose hungry eyes contained a longing, all of them went home touched, most of them claiming their pain, whatever it was, was completely gone. I was shocked, yet so humbly aware of the mighty hand of God working through my feeble prayers. Back pain, headaches, a damaged neck, shoulder pain, heart pain, depression, so many people that I lost count. Hallelujah! The King reigns, and the kingdom is now.
Thanks for your prayers. Such wonders never manifest without the words of faith that the lovers of the kingdom have spoken. My heart is filled with gratitude to God and to you.
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