The Appearing - Jeremy Mangerchine

This is an excerpt from Jeremy Mangerchine's  book The Longest Bridge Across Water

It was a chilly fall evening. The sun had almost completely gone down, leaving our house dark. A small, yellow lamp warmly and dimly illuminated the windowless room where I sat. One room over, Shannon and our son, Noah, sat in our bedroom happily watching a kids’ show on the computer. It was Sunday, and I had to go back to work early the next morning. I felt like mindlessly relaxing by watching the Sunday night football game. Instead, I decided to find out what the Lord was up to, because, all day long, I had felt a tugging deep within my soul that I really didn’t understand. I felt uneasiness, but not in an evil sense; this uneasiness came because I sensed Him tugging at me and luring me out of my comfort zone.

I began to pray and thank the Lord for being awesome and for just being Him. As I enjoyed Him, I escaped deeper and deeper into Him until I was immersed in His loving presence. It was the safe, peaceful, and warm embrace of two lovers. I was completely unprepared for what happened next.

As I sat and basked in the glory of my wonderful Daddy, without any warning, Jesus appeared in front of me. He didn’t look like He’s described in the Book of Revelation (as He appears to some people), Jesus in His glorified state with white hair like snow, eyes of fire, feet like burnished bronze that were refined in a furnace, and a voice like a roar. The Jesus who appeared to me was Jesus hanging on the cross.

The movie The Passion of the Christ reminded the Church that Jesus’ death on the cross was far more violent and traumatic than the images we commonly see. It showed us what a torturous experience could actually do to a human body. But even the graphic images of that movie did not compare to what I observed that evening. In the vision, I saw Him from the waist up, facing me, but slightly turned to the right. Immediately, I jerked away in shock and tried to look the other way, not wanting to see the horrific image that had so unexpectedly appeared to me. At the same time, I was drawn to Him and could not look away.

His body, which may as well have been a carcass, was draped on the wooden torture device, and His mangled flesh was not even distinguishable as human flesh anymore. He was scourged, beaten, and bruised so badly that His entire body was black and a purplish blue as if He had been covered in gasoline and set on fire for about three minutes, only to have the flame extinguished prior to death. His face didn’t even have distinguishable features. It was a swollen and contorted blob, beyond recognition.

He was not hanging in a physical state of peace, like we so often depict. Rather, His body was in shock from the pain inflicted on Him, to the point that He was convulsing. These convulsions were beyond His control, and every time He convulsed, His body seized forward. When that happened, it tore the wounds of the nails holding Him to the cross. It was a constant cycle of agony. As I watched Him struggle, my heart melted with compassion. Am I really watching Jesus suffer on the cross?

Finally, after many gut-wrenching, failed attempts at composure, He paused and, with great purpose and authority, took a deep breath and lifted His head. With complete calmness and control, He turned His head toward me. What is He going to do? I wondered. His eyes were not the eyes of a man who had given Himself over to be destroyed. Rather, they burned with love, forgiveness, compassion, mercy, and grace. His eyes locked with my eyes. As He stared into my eyes with great intensity, He simply said, “I love you.” Then He disappeared.

Until that day, Christ’s crucifixion and resurrection had not held the importance they deserved in my life. In fact, it wasn’t until several months after this experience that they really did. The very Son of God had appeared to me and allowed me to see part of the agony of His sacrifice of love for me. It was an undeniably important moment in my journey, one that would define everything that followed.

Jeremy's book The Longest Bridge Across Water is available here.

He Broke Her - He can Fix Her

Kris Vallotton shares a humorous story about a couple and their healing.

 

The Healing Power of Jesus Enters the Emergency Room

My guest blogger today is Troy Anthony Smith. This article was originally posted on his blog here.

Yesterday we decided to take the power of a healing God to a sick and dying hospital. The results were truly amazing. We arrived at the LAC USC Medical Center around 6:30 with a group of around 6 people. This hospital has a large pharmacy/waiting room that leads into the larger emergency room where people wait to see someone to treat them. After a few moments chatting among ourselves we made our way into the emergency room.

My partner and I (he spoke Spanish) entered into the room first and it was like all you could sense was hopelessness. A room full of people who did not know about the Jesus who came to deliver. Now if anyone has ever gone out to minister healing in public the first thing you probably notice is the lack of people who need healing. You might come across one or two people at a mall after a few hours. Someone might have crutches or a bandage, but not an overflow of people who need the healing power of God. So when we walked into the room where almost everyone needed healing, my eyes got really big like a hungry kid at a buffet table.

There was about 40 people in the room. My partner and I just went up to the people and laid hands on them up and down the rows of chairs. The first encounter was a man with severe kidney pain. He spoke very little English so I didn’t go into detail asking him how long he had the pain, and what caused the pain (I’m not a doctor and not there to diagnose). I just laid my left hand on his side and commanded the pain to go. Then my partner did the same thing. The pain slowly went away. His wife was standing next to him, embracing him. When we laid hands on her husband she said, “I don’t know what you’re doing, but I felt that go through my body!”

After he was healed we went right down the line. We then went to a guy who had done something with his finger and it was wrapped and bandaged. He was a little hesitant to let us pray for his finger. He later let us, and after the pain went away, he smiled in disbelief, trying to figure out what had just happened. He just encountered Jesus.

Out of the corner of my eye, I then saw a man with a sling on his arm. So I walked over to him (he was in the corner of the room) and asked if I could pray for his arm. With anger he looked at me and said I could not heal him, and started to curse at me. I was so full of the love of God I just smiled at him, told him God loves him, and moved right to the next person. By this point I said, who wants to receive prayer?

Now everyone had seen the previous results, so everyone wanted to be next. We approached a lady with really bad arthritis in her knees and pain in her back. She was healed and began to walk around the room with joy. Several people realized they were really healed and walked out of the emergency room. Next we came across a lady who did not speak any English but pointed to her knee. (She was sitting down with her crutches next to her). She was healed and walked out of the emergency room.

It was an amazing night, as many people were healed. After my partner and I laid hands on basically the whole room, another group of about 8 people (from our team) came in to lay hands on the sick. We kinda laughed and said they were too late. We later spread out to the other parts of the hospital to see where we could demonstrate the gospel.

Sadly however, there are many people, homeless people, who live there at the emergency room/waiting room. They do not really have anything physically wrong with them it is just a warm place they can stay. I think the man who cursed at me was in this situation. This is why you must go into these situations with the love of God. Just love the people, the people are starving for love and want to know someone cares about them. We spent about 15 minutes just talking and encouraging a lady there who didn’t have a home and was in the ER with all of her belongings.

Everyone we laid hands on received the healing power of God. It is not so much about anything that we did, but just that we were willing to go. Once we were willing to go, the Holy Spirit is unleashed to heal the people.

Just be willing to go…



Troy Anthony Smith is a Pastor, author, and founder of Demonstrate It, an organization that believes in healings, signs, and wonders. Troy currently resides in Los Angeles, where he can be found at the grocery stores, malls, and street corners, laying hands on the sick, casting out demons, and declaring the good news of the kingdom of God.

Angelic Encounter in the Hospital - Anthony Murray

My guest blogger today is Anthony Murray.

It's 2 am here, but if I don't write this now, I know I'll put it off and you'll all be harassing me like good Christians do, ha ha.  So anyways, as some of you know, last Wednesday a week ago, my 15 year old daughter got very sick. She has diabetes since she was six and a half.

She finds herself operating within different boundary lines and as a result, lets her control of the diabetes go, resulting in her getting ketoacidosis, which put her in intensive care—critically ill and according to the doctors, we nearly lost her.

I get a call on the Wednesday afternoon letting me know this, so I drop everything and head in to the hospital. I begin to pray as I drive and begin to steel myself for the reaction I imagine I'll encounter from people when I place my God-filled hands on her and pray for however long it takes, seeing as I believe persistence is a key element in breaking through.

In a way that I've come to know, I felt the Lord's hand on my shoulder just as a friend would, and I heard Him whisper in my ear, "I got this! She's going to be alright."

Now there's a tone He uses with me which is both reassuring and informing, and in this case, instructional. He was reassuring me that she'd be okay, and instructing me that there was a bigger picture going on here, and He was letting me know not to do the whole "lay hands on and push till ole death backed off like he ought to." It's not the first time he's tried to take her life, and it's not the first time he's gotten a smack on the nose from me, as every good Christian ought to do.

So the Lord told me not to plan on sleeping in the intensive care unit that night as I normally would, but to create space in the unit for kingdom activity. That is, to clear out the room both naturally and spiritually.

When I arrived (in a place of rest by the way) you would not believe the resistance I met and the people who attacked my identity. I put some people out of the room and gave instructions that only her mum and I were allowed in, then I cleared out the room spiritually.

I'd never seen my daughter so sick, hooked up to all kinds of machines. I sent her mum off after a while to get a night's sleep as I knew I wouldn't be sleeping. I refused the camp bed the nurses offered and sat in a chair just practicing opening heaven around me, as I do at home. I felt the Lord telling me that He wanted me to be aware of, carry, and release what is normal in a worship setting, a prayer meeting etc., in a real time chaotic and unfriendly environment. He was teaching me the difference between victory and triumph.

So I did not engage in a "battle" or "spiritual warfare" with the enemy who was attacking my daughter and my own soul through the people he sent. Instead, I sat in the chair by my daughter and I rose up in awareness to where I was seated far above the powers that were assailing us, and I reveled in the victory already accomplished. In the midst of the pain, I celebrated with extravagant praise before the throne, triumphing over the enemy I now saw cowering before me , knowing I was aware that he was being paraded before us, whom he thought he could assail without consequence.

I called him to attention to hear me forgive and bless those who'd come against me. He was not happy. My attention was not on him in battle, it was on the one who had already defeated him. All the while I was releasing more of heaven into the room. I placed my baby girl's hand in mine and I quietly told the enemy he had to leave now and I released the kingdom into her. I sat back and soaked in the very manifest presence of God, my heart oozing with love for wonderful Jesus.

A short time later she threw up a load of black bile like substance, and from that point she became much more relaxed, stable, and the pain she'd complained about in and out of consciousness was no longer mentioned. The nurses would come in every hour to do tests etc, and make sure she wasn't slipping into a coma. That's how I know that it was from that point that she shifted into an upward direction from the downward stats she was giving.

During the course of all this I became aware of angelic presence in the room. Now I know that there are always angels around, but for me there are times when I become aware specifically of a presence. Through experience and trial and error I've come to know that there is purpose in these times that is initiated by Father rather than me just focusing my attention and becoming aware of the spiritual realm around me. So, I tend to sense beings, presences etc., then I will press in asking the Lord questions. I hear and then begin to feel and see as I yield to what the Lord answers me.

On this occasion I sensed a being at the head of my daughter's bed. He was leaning over her and had wings which were stretched out forward over her. There were green feathers and I knew this was healing. I have had many encounters with angels, none of which I initiated, and have never seen wings on any of them. This was the first time I've ever seen one with wings. That's why I say "being" rather than "angel." I understand that there are winged beings, and I've seen them in the throne room at times, but I've never seen an account in the bible where an angel appeared that was described with wings, so this was kind of new for me.

During the night, the nurses, cleaning folk etc, would come in to do their tests and duties. I could see on some of them that they had beings attached to them, I knew these to be demons. What struck me was, the being covering my daughter would lift a wing aside to allow nurses and doctors to attend to her but remained over her fiercely.The demons were terrified, nearly in agony at the sight and stayed far from the bedside. As soon as the doc or nurses were done, the wing would go back over her.

All the while the being was bent over her, he was whispering into her...like the words were going deep inside of her. I knew this was the Lord speaking life and bringing to remembrance stuff He'd spoken to her. All the while, I was aware that in some strange way, this was all part of the plan and it was orchestrated so that I would be there to cooperate with what God wanted to do in her life. NO, I am not suggesting it was God's idea or plan for that to happen to her. He's just always a thousand steps ahead of the enemy's plots and schemes.

For the record, a friend of mine who is a seer, called me up a couple of days later and told me she was praying for my daughter and she described a being that she felt was the Son of righteousness, who was leaning over her bed with green outstretched wings, whispering wisdom deep into her. (I did not tell her about what I saw until after she told me this, A bit of confirmation is always good, eh?)

Okay, so there's more. About 3 am I was sitting worshiping , loving on God, and again I became aware of activity behind me. On doing my usual exploration and inquiring of the Lord, I saw six angels of the usual type , with no wings. They were standing in an arc around me. I saw that they each had a bow of fire and an arrow of fire in their bows. I asked the Lord what the story was here. Again, I'd never had an encounter where I saw fiery bows and arrows. I must say also, that though I have encounters like this, I do not shake, bake, rattle, fall down, manifest like people do. I don't believe the ability to operate in a gift or to spiritually sense things or to have visions is a sign that a person has attained some great thing. I believe these are all part of the normal new creation life.

Back to the six angels with the bows and arrows of fire. Well, I asked the Lord, "What this was all about?"

He replied, "They are waiting for you to give the declarations that they might release their arrows."

I immediately thought of the word that speaks of "His holy ones who perform His word." I have long known that nothing is done without a decree being made by His mouth on earth. So I opened my mouth and began to prophesy and decree, just tapping into His flow. A lot of what I spoke were words of destiny, identity, calling etc., but it came out strong with great authority. Then I saw the angels pull back their bows. They seemed to strain to pull them back as far as they could go. I looked at my daughter to see the arrows hit, but to my great surprise, they aimed their arrows up and away from her. I could hear the arrows whiz and the fire crackle fiery dart as they were releases at great speed. I thought this strange, that they didn't aim them at her, until I noticed that there were fine cords of fire attached to each arrow, and each cord was attached at the other end deep inside her.

I looked again in the direction the arrows were fired and I saw that a portal of sorts had opened that the arrows had flown through. I knew instinctively that it was a portal to the future. I saw the cords become taut as the arrows flew toward their mark somewhere in her future. The cords snapped tight and the force of the cords pulling was like as the rope you would use to tow a truck. I could almost see my daughter lift as the arrows pulled her in the direction they were traveling. I asked the Lord about this, and He replied, "Those arrows are my words over her. They are sure and true and will hit their mark. The cords are securely attached to my daughter.  They are part of her now and those arrows are going to pull her into her destiny and calling in her future. It is a father who gives identity and has the authority to speak destiny, that is why your own identity and authority was attacked here. You were here for this reason, don't underestimate the eternal significance of this night."

As you might guess I was a wreck after that. A joyous wreck. Okay, so do now you see why I needed time to write this? Its 5:30 am now. Yes, it actually takes me that long to write what I can say in 10 minutes. I hope this story encourages someone. All of my encounters have begun with me responding to an impression from the Lord that could easily be missed simply because it was such a faint impression. It is always faith that opens up the encounter and a true encounter always has an earthly application. Anyways, I should get an hour or two's kip afore I take my wee'uns to the zoo. Good morning and God Bless you all. Thanks for bearing with this rather long story.

Wonderful Jesus ;)

A Simple Approach to Prophetic Ministry

Brian Fenimore teaches a simple and powerful approach to prophetic ministry.

 

Why is Healing a Process?

When you read the gospels, it appears (on the surface) as though the people who encountered Jesus were healed of all their afflictions and infirmities in one powerful meeting. I’ve been wondering why instead of a one-time encounter, for many of us it seems like healing is a long, drawn out process that never ends.

Some time ago I asked the Holy Spirit to help me understand why it seems to be this way. I want to share the illustration He gave me about the process of healing so that you might have a better idea of what’s going on and why it seems like we’re in a never-ending battle over healing.

The illustration the Lord gave me came from the time when God led His people across the Jordan River into the land of Canaan. You remember that the Lord told His people His desire was to give them ALL the land that was occupied by the Canaanites. Though He wanted His people to occupy all the land, He told them He would not drive out all of the inhabitants at once, but only a little at a time. The reason He did not drive out all the inhabitants at once is the key element to this story, so you must get this point: The Lord didn't drive out their enemies all at once because He knew the Israelites would not be able to occupy the land after a grand, sweeping victory. He knew that the enemy would quickly muster a counter-attack and take back the land. The Lord didn't just want His people to win a few battles. He wanted them to permanently occupy the land He would give them and enjoy all that it could provide.

The book of Joshua chronicles the various battles where the Israelites did war with the Canaanites. In some places they were victorious and in other places, they failed to drive out all the Canaanites and allowed them to remain there, in spite of the fact that God wanted them completely gone from the land. I have no doubt that some of the battles were hard-fought. I’m sure that the Israelites at times doubted that God actually wanted them to have all the land. After all, if He’s an all-powerful God, why couldn’t He just kill off their enemies in one fell swoop and let them have the land? Why did they have to fight these seemingly never-ending battles?

Today, we hear the same kind of question being asked about healing. If God is all-powerful, why doesn’t He just wipe out all of my illness at once?

Just as the Lord said He wanted the Israelites to have all the land, by healing all who came to Him Jesus demonstrated that it’s God’s desire that we would be healed of all our sickness and disease. So why are we not all healed immediately?

Healing is a form of warfare against the kingdom of darkness. The key to understanding why healing is a process instead of a one-time encounter lies in understanding the purpose for war. Lance Wallnau once said:

“The goal of war is victory, but the goal of victory is occupation.”

The spiritual war we’re engaged in over healing is illustrated in the battles the Israelites had with the Canaanites. God didn’t just want the Israelites to win a few wars over their enemy. He wanted them to thoroughly rout the Canaanites and completely remove them from the land so that they could not come back later and cause problems. It isn’t enough to simply win a war against an enemy, only to be defeated in a counter-attack a few days later. God wanted them to permanently occupy that which He gave them. When an enemy returns to take back what you’ve won, occupation means holding on to what you’ve been given.

I’ve met a lot of people who have received healing only to have the symptoms return a few hours or a few days later. God gave these people the victory they asked for but they did not have the ability to occupy their victory. Their lack of understanding of how the enemy works allowed the kingdom of darkness to take back what God had given them.

Some people have enough awareness of their identity in Christ and they’re wise to the enemy’s schemes so that they can withstand these counter-attacks. But most of the time, the person will lose the battle and go right back into their sickness because they’ve never learned how to hold onto that which the Lord wants to give them. Like the Canaanites, we often settle for less than God’s best for us. Our failure to be healed is not because God doesn’t want us to be healed. It’s because we lack knowledge about the ways of the kingdom and the enemy’s schemes.

Gaining understanding about who we are in Christ, and how the enemy works is not an easy process, but it’s something we must do if we ever hope to occupy the victories the Lord gives us. And that is why most of the time healing is a long, difficult process where we take one step forward and two steps back. I’d like to use my wife’s battles over healing as an illustration of this principle.

Soon after we met, my wife needed healing of a frozen shoulder due to a torn rotator cuff and torn bicep. She was healed with the help of a friend and has had full range of motion ever since. If we were keeping score, at that time the score would have been:

My wife – 1 The enemy – 0

Later she developed a problem with her thyroid which has not responded (yet) to prayer.
Score: My wife – 1 The enemy – 1

Later still she developed insomnia and was eventually healed of it.
Score: My Wife – 2 The enemy – 1

Six months later, the insomnia returned and she has not slept without the aid of medications since then. She gave back that victory to the enemy.
Score: My wife –1 The enemy – 2

Recently she developed a herniated disc in her back, which was a battle, though she was eventually healed of it.
Score: My wife – 2 The enemy – 2

Not surprisingly, the enemy returned several times after my wife’s back was healed. A spirit tried to give her back the pain, but because she had a renewed mind, and was wise to the tricks of the enemy, she was able to withstand these attacks and the spirit of pain left.
Currently the score is: My wife – 2 The Enemy – 2

My wife and I are probably a bit more familiar with the dynamics of healing and deliverance than the average Christian, and yet it's all we can do sometimes to keep even with the enemy. How much harder must it be for someone who hasn't watched thousands of hours of teaching on these subjects?

When we’re not prepared to fight off the attacks of the enemy, we can't occupy the territory God gives us. I believe this is one of the reasons why healing is often a long, difficult process. It’s because we must grow in wisdom about how to occupy our bodies and souls and fend off the attacks of the enemy. Many of us are poorly prepared, mentally to defend against these attacks. I suspect that most of our weakness lies in what we believe about ourselves and about God.

The more we renew our minds to the truth that God loves us and wants us to be healed, the more we empower His work of healing. The more we doubt His love, His goodness, and His desire for us to be healed, the more we empower the enemy to take what God wants us to have. We must learn to discern the presence of spirits that try to make us feel sick or injured and we must learn how to make them leave.

The process of healing and how slowly or how quickly it moves is determined mostly by our own thinking. God can do a lot more with a mind that has been renewed to the truth.

I Have Heard Your Cry

I want to share some of the adventures we had with Jesus on our trip to Washington to meet with friends at The Gathering. This story actually brings the trip to its conclusion. After spending nine days in the Pacific Northwest with friends, we got on the plane back to Phoenix and stowed our bags in the overhead bin. Most of the plane had already boarded. I sat down and soon heard the unmistakable cry of baby coming from the seat behind me. I looked at my wife. “Well, that’s cool. I get to sit in front of screaming baby.”

I had not slept well the night before. The room became too warm so at 1 o'clock in the morning I got up and opened the window then went to the lobby of the hotel for a drink of water. I fell back into a fitful sleep until the alarm went off. I did my best to rest on the plane but the coughing and crying of the child in the seat behind us made it hard and I became more annoyed as time went on.

An hour before the plane landed, I began feeling a vibration in my right leg near where I keep my cell phone. Every two minutes or so I felt as if my phone was alerting me. I checked my phone several times for new messages, but there were none. There couldn’t be. At 30,000 feet my phone can’t receive a signal from a cell tower.

I began to think maybe the vibration was coming from the Lord and He was trying to get my attention. I closed my eyes and saw some images and a few words in my mind, but I didn’t see any clear messages that I could understand. The vibration in my leg continued every few minutes.

After the flight attendants had put away the beverage carts the baby began a tirade of non-stop screaming that was unsettling his parents and getting on the nerves of people around us. I realize that when a baby flies in an airplane it doesn’t know how to equalize the pressure so its ears are going to feel the pain of atmospheric pressure changes. Who could blame him for crying?

I closed my eyes again and this time I saw a clear message from God in my mind. “Pray for my peace to overcome the child.” As I prayed, in my mind I saw Jesus approaching the child and cuddling him and the screaming slowly subsided. Then I heard one more thing. “Tell his parents that I have heard their cries and I will give them everything they have asked for.”

As the plane descended into Phoenix I began to feel an unusual compassion for the baby's parents that made me my eyes fill with tears. I knew it was the Lord showing me how He feels toward them.

As the plane taxied to the terminal I asked the child’s parents if I might give them an encouraging word about their future. They said they would be glad to hear one.

I explained, “About an hour ago when your son was crying God asked me to pray for the peace of Jesus to overcome him. I began to pray for that and as I did, the Lord asked me to tell you this: ‘Just as all the people on this plane have heard the cries of your child, I have heard your cries and I will give you all you have asked for.' The Lord's heart toward you is full of compassion. He has not forgotten you. He will never forsake you. He will bring to pass all that He promised you. So I hope you’ve dreamed big, because the Lord is going to make your dreams come true.”

They thanked me and as I exited the plane I gave the boy’s father a hug.

I wrote this to encourage you to keep your eyes and ears open for opportunities to bless strangers with a word from God. I was not in a mood to bless anyone when this encounter began and it took a lot of prompting from God to get my attention.

If you aren’t hearing the Lord clearly, consider that perhaps He’s speaking to you in a way you haven’t yet recognized. Ask Him to speak more clearly and whatever you sense Him saying or doing; follow the best you can and watch what happens.

I guarantee you’ll be amazed.

The Gate - Healing Testimony