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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.
Step by Step.Posted on January 17th, 2009
He does not lead me year by year
Nor even day by day.
But step by step my path unfolds;
My Lord directs my way.
Tomorrow’s plans I do not know
I only know this minute;
But He will say, “This is the way,
By faith now walk ye in it.”
And I am glad that it is so,
Today’s enough to bear;
And when tomorrow comes - His grace shall far exceed its care.
What need to worry then, or fret?
The God who gave His Son -
Holds all my moments in His hand
And gives them, one by one.
Barbara C. Ryberg. 1914-2008.
Real Love.Posted on January 6th, 2009
Paraphrase - 1 Corinthians 13:
If I talk a lot about God and the Bible and Church, but I fail to ask about your needs and then help you, I’m simply making a lot of empty religious noise. If I graduate from Bible college and know all the answers to questions you’ll never even think of asking, and if I have all the degrees to prove it and if I say I believe in God with all my heart, and soul and strength, and claim to have incredible answers to my prayers to show it, but I fail to take the time to find out where you’re at and what makes you laugh and why you cry, I’m nothing.
If I sell an extra car and some of my books to raise money for some poor starving kids somewhere, and if I give my life for God’s service and burn out after pouring everything I have into the work, but do it all without ever once thinking about the people, the real hurting people - the mums and dads and sons and daughters and orphans and widows and the lonely and hurting - if I pour my life into the Kingdom but forget to make it relevant to those here on earth, my energy is wasted, and so is my life.
Here is what love is like - genuine love. God’s kind of love. It’s patient. It can wait. It helps others, even if they never find out who did it. Love doesn’t look for greener pastures or dream of how things could be better if I just got rid of all my current commitments. Love doesn’t boast. It doesn’t try to build itself up to be something it isn’t. Love doesn’t act in a loose, immoral way. It doesn’t seek to take, but it willingly gives. Love doesn’t lose its cool. It doesn’t turn on and off. Love doesn’t think about how bad the other person is, and certainly doesn’t think of how it could get back at someone.
Love is grieved deeply (as God is) over the evil in this world, but it rejoices over truth. Love comes and sits with you when you’re feeling down and finds out what is wrong. It empathizes with you and believes in you. Love knows you’ll come through just as God planned, and love sticks right beside you all the way. Love doesn’t give up, or quit, or diminish or go home. Love keeps on keeping on, even when everything goes wrong and the feelings leave and the other person doesn’t seem as special anymore. Love succeeds 100 percent of the time. That, my friend, is what real love is!
Appreciation is expressed to David Sanford, who has given newday-prince permission to use this article on the newday-prince web pages.
Thank you David.
Copyright © David Sanford.
For approximately 30 years, David Sanford has been an active member of Spring Mountain Bible Church.
He has been a lay pastor for over half of this period.
And, in the last three decades he has had the privilege of working in Christian media, with a primary focus on book publishing.
For many years, this included working as an executive at the Luis Palau Evangelistic Association, where he headed publishing, Internet, and other media ministries.
In 2002, David and his wife Renée started their own company, Sanford Communications, Inc., based in Portland, Oregon, in the Pacific Northwest region of the United States of America.
Today, Sanford Communications, Inc, is now part of Credo Communications LLC in Grand Rapids, Michigan.
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The Mayonnaise Jar & Coffee.Posted on November 2nd, 2008
When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the coffee.
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him.
When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.
So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous “yes!”
The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.
“Now,” said the professor, as the laughter subsided, ” I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.
The golf balls are the important things: Our God, family, your children, your health, your friends, and your favourite passions - things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.
The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, and your car.
The sand is everything else - the small stuff.”
“If you put the sand into the jar first,” he continued, “there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you.
Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18.
There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.”
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented.
The professor smiled. “I’m glad you asked. It just goes to show you that - no matter how full your life may seem, there’s always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend.”
Please know this: As from July 2007, Newday-Prince has searched for the author - and although this article has been in the public domain since at least May 2004 - the originator is unclear.
To date, the author of the mayonnaise jar and the coffee is still unknown.
If you are the author or if you know the author, please let us know, we would love to hear from you.
Meanwhile, have a great day - and, enjoy your coffee!
Outrageous Grace.Posted on October 27th, 2008
There’s a lot of pain But a lot more healing
There’s a lot of trouble But a lot more peace
There’s a lot of hate But a lot more loving
There’s a lot of sin But a lot more grace
Oh Outrageous Grace!
Oh Outrageous Grace!
Love unfurled by heavens hand
Oh Outrageous Grace!
Oh Outrageous Grace!
Through my Jesus I can stand
There’s a lot of fear But a lot more freedom
There’s a lot of darkness But a lot more light
There’s a lot of cloud But a lot more vision
There’s a lot of perishing But a lot more Life!
There’s an enemy That seeks to kill what it can’t control
It twists and turns Making mountains out of molehills
But I will call on the Lord Who is worthy of praise
I run to Him and I am saved! …
by …
Outrageous Grace.
The Newday-Prince web site has been given kind permission by Godfrey Birtill - to reproduce the words to this song.
Godfrey Birtill 2000 copyright.
Thank you Godfrey.
Grapevine.
An annual Christian celebration festival held at the Lincolnshire Showground. It was at Grapevine in 2000, that I along with thousands of other worshippers witnessed the debut performance of Outrageous Grace by Godfrey Birtill. The atmosphere within the Big Top Arena was simply awesome, and something I’ll never forget!
David Prince.
Motivating Encouragement.Posted on October 27th, 2008
Dear Father, who wills our interdependence, having gifts that differ, let us use them appropriately according to your will.
If prophesy, in proportion to one’s faith. If service, diligently serving. If teaching, instructively teaching. If exhortation, strongly motivating encouragement. If giving, with liberal and generous contributions. If giving aid, with zeal. If acts of mercy, with cheerfulness.
Great Giver, give your gifts to your people through your people. But let us always give you the glory! Praise to you, our Lord.
It is in the name of Jesus, who shares all spiritual blessings with us, we ask for a growing love among all your people.
Amen.
Grateful thanks to Donna Ware - who has given kind permission to Newday-Prince to use this prayer.
Planting Seeds for the Future.Posted on October 27th, 2008
Mark was a student at St. Mary’s School in St. Paul, Minnesota.
One Friday, everything seemed to be going wrong. Mark’s teacher remembers, ‘We had worked all week on this new concept of math. I saw that the students were frustrated and discouraged. I had to stop this crankiness before it got out of hand, so I suggested a break. ‘Put away the math books,’ I said. Then I asked them to make a list of names of students in the class and to leave a space between each name.’
Then, the teacher asked each student to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down. It took the remainder of the class period.
That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate piece of paper, and then she listed what everyone had said about that individual. And on Monday, she gave each student his or her list. Those lists became tiny seeds of the future … seeds of what each student was to become.
No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. The group of students moved on, and so did the teacher.
Years passed, then one night while coming home after a long trip, the teacher called home and learned that Mark had been killed in Vietnam. The funeral was the next day and his parents wanted her to attend. She recounts the following events at the funeral:
One by one, those of us who loved Mark walked by the coffin. I was one of the last to walk by. One of the pallbearers asked if I was Mark’s math teacher. I nodded, as I continued to stare at the coffin. ‘Mark talked a lot about you,’ the soldier said.
After the funeral, most of Mark’s former classmates gathered at Mark’s house. ‘We want to show you something,’ Mark’s mother whispered to the teacher. ‘They found this paper inside Mark’s wallet.’ The old notebook paper had been taped and folded and re-taped many times. It was that old list they had made in math class. Mark’s mother continued, ‘Thank you for doing that. As you can see, he treasured it.’
Mark’s classmates gathered around. Charlie smiled and said, ‘I still have my list in the top drawer of my desk at home.’
Chuck’s wife said that Chuck had asked her to put his in their wedding album.
‘And I have mine, too,’ Marilyn said. ‘It’s in my diary.’
Vickie reached into her purse and pulled out her wallet and showed her torn list from the class. ‘I think we all kept our lists.’
Mark’s teacher was remembered, not because they learned math skills, but because she planted seeds of the future in the lives of her students. And, she showed them how to do the same.
What’s in your wallet?
This is part of an article written by Ron Rose - Planting Seeds for the Future.
We are delighted to have received permission to reproduce this article from Phil Ware
Daily Heartlight.
Thank you Ron and Phil.