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This is the website of David Prince - A confident Communication of Christ.Healing at 35,000 ft.Posted on June 2nd, 2009
I’m Jim Rogers, Associate Pastor at Bridge Way Church, Denver, USA. Our church has a passion to see the Kingdom of God ministered by every day saints to our city and the nations. We are part of the relational affiliation of churches called Global Legacy.
In January 2008, I was flying home from Europe after ministering in Africa at Leaders’ Conferences for the release of Kingdom healing and the Father’s love. Little did I know that God was wanting to show me that the power of the Kingdom was coming home to the US in new ways and that he intended to heal many on the aeroplane.
We were about an hour into the air when the stewardesses gave us drinks. I was drinking Diet Coke and wearing a white shirt when accidentally the stewardess bumped my arm and pop went everywhere. My shirt was stained and I felt some frustration. But I immediately felt the presence of God come on me and I knew I was not to get angry. The stewardess helped as best she could clean up the mess. She was very surprised I didn’t lose it. I realise now that the enemy was trying to stop what God had in mind.
I looked across the aisle and saw a lady squirming in her seat. I wondered what her problem was. The Lord told me she had hurt her back two weeks earlier and He wanted me to pray for her. I was tired and just wanted to read my book and watch a movie, so I initially told the Lord “No.” Isn’t it funny ~ God often wants to use us when we least feel like it? But, God wouldn’t let me go. After quite a few exchanges with the Lord I finally said, “OK fine, Lord, I will pray for her.” I leaned across the aisle and asked the lady if she had hurt her back two weeks earlier. That got her attention and she asked how I knew that. I explained that the Lord had told me, and I also told her about my recent travels in Africa. Then I asked if I could pray for her. She said, “Yes.” Then I asked if I could lay my hand on her shoulder; she looked at me and said, “Oh, you mean now?” I told her I didn’t believe God wanted her in pain for the next 8 hours. As I prayed for her, the Holy Spirit fell on her and she fell out of her seat and landed on the floor of the aisle. The stewardess came around the corner; greatly concerned and asked if we needed a doctor. I was trying to explain what had happened, that God was ministering to her, and that the lady was fine.
As we talked, the lady came out of the Spirit. The stewardess asked if she was ok. The lady said, “Yes I’m fine and, hey, my back doesn’t hurt.” I started to explain about the lady’s back when she cut me off. She told the stewardess all about how she hurt her back on ice two weeks earlier and that this pastor prayed for her and she was totally healed. Caught off guard and aware God was present, the stewardess said she had hurt her knee 4 weeks ago and was in constant pain. She asked if I would pray for her. I said yes. Then she got a real serious look and asked if she would fall down. I said I didn’t know. I prayed for her also and God healed her knee on the spot.
As I got up to go back to my seat, there were three people lined up in the aisle asking for prayer. Apparently others had noticed what was going on! I felt the Lord urging me to continue. As I started to pray for the first lady, I suddenly heard over the intercom the stewardess that I had prayed for saying that there was a pastor onboard who had been in Africa praying for healing, and that when he prayed for her and the woman with the bad back both had been healed. She said: “If anyone needs healing they should come to the galley between coach and first class and he would pray for them.” I thought to myself, here we go”! Then a large gentle-man came up to me. He was from England. He asked if he could catch for me. I thought, Thank You Lord, at least there is someone else here who knows what is going on. For the next two hours we had a healing service.
At one point the catcher came to me and said, “You need to slow down, I am running out of places to put people.” I looked in the galley and saw people lying everywhere.
We had 5 salvations during our time, including one young man from Saudi Arabia. He was coming to the US for surgery on his torn rotator cuff. He also had other damage to his shoulder. God healed him and I told him it was Jesus who had touched him. He said, “I know Jesus.” I said to him, “Yes, you know who He is, but you need to know Him as the Saviour.” As we talked he accepted the Lord. One of his travelling companions was a lady who came to me and said she was a Christian and would see that he got into a church. The people who didn’t come forward for prayer were wide-eyed and looking over their seats throughout the cabin to see what was going on. When all was finished, I sat down and I picked up my book and laughed to myself. The book was “Face to Face with God,” by Bill Johnson. I thought to myself, God certainly does have a sense of humour for this indeed was a Bill Johnson moment ~ everyday saints doing the stuff!!
Praise God for His wonderful love and desire to use any one of us in His service! Feel free to share this testimony if you feel it would be an encouragement to others.
Jim Rogers.
Jim Rogers has given us kind permission to reproduce this story on the Newday-Prince web pages.
Thank you Jim.
Simon Beaumont.Posted on February 10th, 2009
Jesus gives me joy and hope.
I was born in November 1970 and have been deaf from an early age. I was partially sighted when I was in junior school. I had an unhappy family background, because my parents split up and I was brought up by my mother.
My time at school was not always a happy one but books helped me a lot. I was a shy, lonely person, and timid. I am only four feet eleven inches in height.
When I left school I went to college and, because of my hearing loss, I was placed in a special needs class. A student picked a fight with me for no apparent reason and after that I gradually went completely blind. Though deaf I am able to use my own voice to speak to people.
I went to a special college to learn to live independently. Other students there were disabled - blind, partially sighted, or suffering with epilepsy. During this time I was invited to a holiday house-party organised by the Torch Trust for the Blind. My braille teacher knew about Torch and I went along despite my shyness. I had no idea it was a Christian organisation.
When I got there I found other young people, including some who could see. An interpreter communicated with me through the deaf-blind alphabet. I felt something important was happening through the joyful celebrations, singing, prayers, and the Bible talks. At first I wasn’t interested because I did not understand the importance of the Bible, though part of me was curious. I wanted to know what all the talk was about thanking God for Jesus on the cross.
One day I asked the speaker lots of questions through my interpreter. I learned about Adam and Eve, the meaning of sin, and why Jesus died.
When I began to understand Jesus better, I wanted to become a Christian. So I shyly asked Jesus into my life, not knowing what to expect, but longing for Heaven. My face changed dramatically; I could not hold it still until I broke out into a really big smile! I felt my cheeks burning me!
After I became a Christian it seemed like my life was back to normal except for this renewed hope in my heart. After a year of waiting and searching for the right church, my braille teacher invited me to her Evangelical Free Church and I was made welcome.
Over the following five years, through painstakingly slow communication, I was able to pick out the main themes of the Christian faith. I asked the pastor about being baptised. I still felt a bit confused, but I wanted to be baptised, and he decided I was ready. On the day I was baptised in a pool of water, I was very nervous but highly excited and joyful. I never felt so happy before!
My baptism verse was Philippians 4 verse 4 - “May you always be joyful in your life in the Lord. I say it again, rejoice!”
Many people of all ages came and saw my joy as my heart shouted out that I belonged to Jesus!
After this, it was not all joyous, as being baptised was; but I know it was God’s plan that I should change the way I live after my baptism into a new life. I continue to struggle with this and I am doing my best to grow to love Jesus, by reading the Bible each day. I feel I still have problems, but I look forward to the day when Jesus will come as King!
Reproduced with kind permission from Simon Beaumont and Torch Trust for the Blind.
Judith Suzanne 1.Posted on January 20th, 2009
By Kay Holt.
“Dear God, thank you for all the blessings, and forgive me for all my sins. Please let John’s promotion come through, and help me make the dean’s list again this quarter. Bless the sick and needy. My children! Please, please.”
When it came to my children, I became less frivolous and shallow and very, very serious. Those words were typical of my daily prayers. They became passionate when I petitioned Him for my children’s welfare.
Joey and Judith were both healthy. Judith seemed the healthier of the two, although both were normal, bright children. We’d wanted another child for the past few years but assumed it not to be. I searched for reasons why things happened as they did, never considering God’s timetable.
When Judith became slightly ill with a bad cold just before the Christmas holidays, I was not too alarmed until her cold seemed to hang on. Soon I noticed a subtle change in her as she became pale, listless, not her usual high-energy self. My memory remains vivid of the uneasy feeling I felt, something didn’t seem right. In fact, it frightened me so much, I wouldn’t let my mind go there. Most parents know, the mere thought of something seriously wrong with one of our precious children takes us places we can’t allow our thoughts to go and still keep proper perspective.
Christmas came and went. The New Year brought tests and different drugs prescribed by the doctors, but nothing changed, except Judith became weaker. The greatest fear of my life came to fruition when Dr. Guilfoil called us into his office for Judith’s diagnosis: Acute Leukaemia! “”Judith will not live more than a year at most.” The doctor explained, “She can be given drugs to cause the disease to go into remission. Then she will appear normal until those drugs became ineffective.” He carefully warned us not to get our hopes up. She was going to die.
I felt too stunned to pray, or even think, when I heard his diagnosis. I simply looked at the pictures on the doctor’s wall as he explained the gravity of her condition. I nodded or shook my head, not actually responding to his words. The only rational thought I remember was my concern for him and the horrible duties doctors have to perform. How can he bear telling me my child is going to die, and soon? I looked from his wall paintings back to him. Poor man.
I sat composed for a time, hardly aware my husband dealt with the news in his own way, yet, he continually looked at me. So did the doctor. Let us help you, their eyes pleaded. I shook my head, motioning for them not to touch me. Who knew why? I learned later of the dreadful things going on in my husband’s mind. He worried about whether or not I could bear such a thing, in our - my strength, and go where this would take us.
A few minutes passed and Dr. Guilfoil asked, “Do you have any questions?” I shook my head again. He wants us to leave so he can forget about this part of his job. He knows this is too much for us to bear and remain sane. Is he going to ask me who the President of the United States is? “If it means anything,” he added, “I just lost my mother with cancer.” “YOUR MOTHER! YOUR MOTHER?” I almost rose from the chair. Then I slumped back, hardly aware of my obstinate tone as I shook my head and almost whispered, “I could lose everyone I’ve ever known in my entire life more easily than I can give up my child!” The words came from the innermost part of my psyche.
Desperation gripped me for days and I remember little of what went on. And that was all right. None of us spoke of anything beyond the moment. Tomorrow held its own horrors. People came to visit us. Of course they grieved for us and wanted to help. I envied them, and everyone else, because they weren’t all in the process of dying as we were.
Christians always talked about God and His power. He could give me peace. They pleaded but those were words. How can they suggest peace is possible for me without my daughter? Don’t other people love their children as I love mine? Maybe not. I was hardly rational about anything except my interaction with Joey. I worked hard to avoid telling him the gravity of Judith’s illness. Of course, he became sad and confused because of her terribly sickness but we didn’t talk about where it would take us. Not then, anyway.
Judith was admitted to the hospital and placed on steroids. She responded well. Immediately she began to eat and grow stronger. People came and went at our house, trying to encourage us. How presumptuous. Do they really think I can be helped by anyone? My husband was hospitable and I’m sure he made excuses for my lack of graciousness.
I remember an evening when our Pastor, along with other church friends came to visit and pray. We all stood in a circle as each person prayed aloud. I remained silent as I listened superficially to their hollow words. I wanted to scream. “My child is dying!” Doesn’t anyone understand there can be no peace for me? I didn’t even try to pray.
Today, I thank Him because these Christians were undaunted by me. They kept imploring God to give me peace. They never stopped what I considered “bothering” me.
Once during this time an idea occurred to me. If You’re really there, God, let this all be a mistake. Let me wake up from this nightmare. Please. I started thinking the doctors were not all knowing. Perhaps they’d made a mistake in their diagnosis and would eventually realize it. Even the smallest chance of such a blunder excited me. Later, when I approached Dr. Guilfoil with such a possibility, he looked at me with his familiar sadness. “I wish it were true, but it’s not the case.”
Every day I stayed in Judith’s hospital room, I sat constantly with my beautiful little blond haired girl. We talked and I allowed her to think everything was fine, until I could find a way to deal with it. She was so bright, so sensitive! Of course I never let her see me cry but when I left her room, I lost control. The combination of rage and grief took over again and I vacillated between those emotions for weeks.
At home we existed. We ate, slept, and we talked - rarely.
Judith Suzanne 2.Posted on January 20th, 2009
Then one day a few weeks following Judith’s diagnoses, I found myself home alone. My husband was at work, Joey, in school, and Judith lay in the hospital. All her reports were good. She entered remission and could come home soon. To live a few months - at most, I reminded myself.
On this particular day, I went into Judith’s room and tidied up her dolls, her scrapbook and her school notes. Then I walked to her closet, opened the door and looked at her things. I reached out my arms and encircled all her clothes. I gathered and drew them to me. I buried my face in the material, which smelled of her sweet little body. I sobbed for a while.
An awareness distracted me and something about me changed. I couldn’t define the difference. What is it I need to know? Have I gone mad? I stopped crying, aware my mood had become altered. Why? I looked around, searching for an answer and impulsively left Judith’s room.
I walked from room to room, almost with urgency. I’m alone or am I? The doors are locked. Nothing’s changed. Yet, something is bidding me. What?
Finally I opened the door of a guest bedroom, not knowing why, because the room was rarely used. Then I walked straight to the bed, without purpose, and knelt there. My cheek fell against the cool spread, where my tears poured.
It came so natural for me to whisper or think, Lord, I cannot do this alone. Please!
At that second my total being became engulfed by a presence so overwhelming. I didn’t need to speak or think further. I stayed there for several seconds, probably minutes, so aware of His exquisite embrace. Every cell in my body felt aware of IT. This is God. This is what He is. Thank you, my Heavenly Father. You’re wonderful. I’m alright. I can bear it now. Whatever is ahead, I will praise you eternally for this revelation of Yourself.
I didn’t speak aloud, but the outpouring of His love and the catharsis of my pent-up soul made me know He was the answer. I would not be alone again.
Finally, I arose and backed out of the room, aware that I would never be the same. The anguish, which previously gripped me, disappeared. He carried my grief.
I’m not sure about a light in the guest room where He met me. I don’t think so. I didn’t hear an audible voice. But, I felt His presence. Nothing could have enhanced or diminished the experience. I left the room, hugging my arms across my breast, savouring the newness of His Spirit that filled my heart with joy.
Soon Joey and John came home. I met them with the news of how God changed me. They’d never seen me like this. We all laughed, played and celebrated His presence. We’d lived in a vacuum of misery for such a long time. Their lives changed too.
From that day forward, our home was not the same. God resided there and He went with us every step of the way!
I comforted those friends, who previously tried to help me. My prayers now included thanksgiving and praise - instead of enumerating all the ways God could please me.
The people, who continued to pray for us, witnessed the power of their prayers by the change in us. Some rejoiced; others stood amazed and some were perplexed.
“Does Kay understand her daughter is terminally ill? Poor lady. Are we sure she’s alright?” Some said.
Judith Suzanne 3.Posted on January 20th, 2009
Our family’s best times occurred during the following months because God lived in the hearts of the four of us.
Judith had complete remission from the disease. Anything she wanted to do, we did if we could. We made ordinary things an adventure because we were high on God. There were doctor’s appointments at least three times a week at first. These were special times too as we drew closer than ever to Him. Judith’s blood was drawn constantly, yet, she never complained, not ever. She drew her own blood a few times and we laughed about her being so much braver than her mother. The doctors and nurses adored her.
During one of our visits, early on, we chatted with Dr. Guilfoil and his nurses. At a quiet moment, a sound noise erupted from my stomach. Everyone glanced at me. I turned red and Judith giggled. Dr. Guilfoil stopped and looked in my direction. “How long has this been going on, Kay?” He looked at me for several seconds without blinking. “I don’t know,” I shrugged. I wanted to ask, “What’s the big deal?” But I respected him too much. “I haven’t thought about it, Dr. Guilfoil,” I added, squirming around on the sofa, a bit embarrassed. ”Maybe a few weeks. Every morning, after orange juice, my stomach is in a turmoil, not bad, but noisy.” Everyone laughed except him.
Judith, busy with the nurse, the doctor motioned with his eyes for me to follow him down the hall. We stopped at the fountain. I asked, my voice barely audible, “What’s wrong? What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking you might be pregnant.” How presumptuous! Dr. Guilfoil is dear to me. He’s even cried with me and even spent time off duty with us, but this is too much. ”You must be joking. You know my children were born when I was a teenager. I’ve not been able to become pregnant since Judith.”
“Have you missed a period?” His question was direct. “Hummm…I don’t know. I’ve been so busy with Judith.
His eyes were misty, as he spoke ever so gently. ”I’ve seen this happen so many times in my practice. Often when God takes one child, He sends another. Don’t be surprised if you’re pregnant
“Not this time, Doctor!” “Will you go for a checkup? I’ll make the arrangements for you to see my friend and colleague right now - just down the street.” He motioned with his head. “I’ll think about making an appointment, but I don’t want to see the doctor right now,” I said. We argued about my doing it now or later.
Finally, I agreed to see the other doctor. He went to the phone, called his doctor friend and told him my situation. His friend wanted me in his office in thirty minutes.
With Judith running beside me, we treated this idea as a joke. We rushed into the new doctor’s office, a block away, and found ourselves ushered through a room full of very pregnant ladies. I murmured, “This is absurd. I can’t believe I’m doing this!
Judith became ecstatic. “I can’t either. I didn’t even pray for a baby brother or sister lately. But He knows I would like one.” We’d recently chatted about all our answered prayers.
I left the new doctor’s office with Judith skipping beside me, then in front of me, looking back at me. “Oh, Mama, I hope it’s a girl. But if it’s a boy, I’ll love him anyway. May I be first to tell Joey and Dad? Huh?”
Judith Suzanne 4.Posted on January 20th, 2009
Spring passed and summer came and went. Judith swam and played with her girl friends. She chose all my maternity clothes and was the first person, besides me, to feel the baby move. It was hard to believe she wouldn’t always be healthy. Those months all too soon slipped away. By mid fall the drugs became ineffective. The evidence showed time was running out for our precious little girl.
I prayed for her healing many times, asking God to make her well because I knew He could. At the time, I didn’t understand His perspective on death and healing. I did know beyond a doubt He would see us through whatever might lie ahead. Of course, we were crushed, but I accepted it early on and knew God would be with us. I simply trusted Him and still rest in the knowledge that He will raise my precious child again.
I learned in our guest room the day I really met Him that His total expression is love. Many times during the darkest days, I slipped again into that room, seeking Him.
He always met me there and renewed my strength. He accompanied me every step of the way.
Judith and Joey’s little brother, Stephen Carter, came into the world less than a month after she went to Heaven. When I started labour, God was so close. In fact, Stephen’s birth was very easy. By His grace, my worries disappeared. I discovered it’s possible to be completely broken hearted, and through it all, feel the peace of God.
Judith left us long ago. Both my sons are men now. Stephen heard all about his sister who adored him first, and he looks forward to seeing her one day.
Joey, who resolved to become a scientist or a doctor in order to find a cure for the disease, which took his sister, is now a medical doctor. We rarely visit without talking about her. We reminisce how God, through her, changed all our lives forever. We will tell her about it one day, but I’m sure she had the full picture the day she went to be with Him.
What a difference it makes when God comes into the picture. Things seem to totally change when we turn our lives and situations over to Him. When He touched Kay, all things changed.
He can, and wants to, do miracles in all our lives the way He did for her.
Sometimes, it takes the hard trials of life for us to look to Him completely and confidently. When we let go of the things we hold on to, He replaces them with more than we can ever imagine.
No, Judith will never be completely replaced or forgotten but Kay released her to God’s care.
If you are holding on to anything, give it, or them, to God and experience the miracles He will give you.
Gareth Paul Taylor.Posted on January 16th, 2009
To give you a kind of testimonial overview of my main life news, I went through a period of depression which lasted two years and ended late spring/ early summer of 2008.
Of the many words God spoke to me during this time the one which sticks out most was the “mixed blessing” delivered by a friend at church that I would shortly enter the darkest period of my life (I was already in the middle of depression then!) but that God would bring me through it and in tandem with this there would be a release of my ministry as God would throw open the doors to a much wider sphere of influence where I would be ministering to thousands through my music!
True to His word, God had already begun to lift me out of my depression when an invitation came to play in the main stage band for the evening meetings at Grapevine! I was well out of my depression by the time rehearsals started and can testify that the whole experience was wonderful and I have made many new friends through this opportunity unfolding.
Praise God - He’s great and He’s good! I stand even more deeply assured that he’s holding my life in His hands and am more strongly enabled to claim His promise in faith that I needn’t worry as depression won’t dog my life again!
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