When I was twelve years old I walked into a Church as a shy awkward overweight boy with bright red chickenpox scars all over my face and already carrying a lot of emotional baggage despite my youth. I desperately wanted to be filled with the Spirit but I was too ashamed to leave the privacy of my pew when the Minister issued the altar call. I didnt want anyone to see me. But then the worship leaders started singing, They hung Him high, they stretched Him wide, He hung His head and for ME He died... Oh thats love! But thats not how the story ends because three days later He arose again and thats love! and when my spirit gazed upon the suffering of Jesus and price He paid to grant me access to the Spirit I found the courage to stumble out of the pew and walk down to the altar where I was given power from on High and filled with the Holy Ghost! That moment radically transformed my life, I didnt just get a cute lil prayer language and a dance.... I came into possession of the power to LIVE ABUNDANTLY the moment I looked beyond my shame, my scars, my hurt, and saw JESUS high and lifted up upon the Cross!
Posted on: Fri, 18 Apr 2014 20:27:05 +0000
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