Death Has Lost Its’ Sting
In Brazil in 2011, the healing team was ministering in a church where unusual things had happened. As I worshiping one night it felt like my soul and spirit were being separated. The best way to describe it would be seeing dye and water separating as in a commercial. The water was moving forward and the dye was left behind. It was like being two places at once. The place which was like pure water had no negative emotions. There was no weight and no physical sensations. There was no pain in the process just a sense of peace.
During this time I heard two sets of worship simultaneously. One set of worship from the band in front of me on the stage and another set made up of a multitude of voices. This happened three or four times during worship.
We finished praying for the sick at about 12:30 in the morning and I asked my interpreter Juan if this had happened there before.
Juan said, “Yes, that has happened several times to me here at this church.” Juan said. He went on to ask me, “Where did you learn to speak Portuguese?”
“All I know are the ministry phrases I learned before I came here,” I replied.
Juan said emphatically, “You were speaking Portuguese tonight-- didn’t you realize it?” Juan could not believe I was not fluent in Portuguese.
After this night I had no fear of death. There was such a purity and freedom where I was I found no reason for fear. Knowing this was to help someone in a hospital in Texas in 2014.
I was in Texas in 2014 when the pastor John came up to me at the beginning of the service.
“Dan is in the hospital in Harlingen, would you go pray for him?” John asked.
“I had already planned to go after the service before you asked me,” I answered. John looked a little puzzled and we both quickly realized this must be a “God appointment.”
When the prognosis was not good Dan’s family were preparing themselves. As I drove the 23 miles to the hospital I prayed.
Dan was in his 80’s but still active in the healing rooms. Dan had a good heart and genuinely cared about people. Now he was in the hospital confused and uncertain. I felt something rise up inside me.
When I got to the hospital room Dan looked years older than the last time I saw him. I greeted his wife, Mary and went to his bedside. His speech was barely intelligible and I had to get my face close to his to hear him. “I am afraid.” he blurted out. Again, something rose up inside me as I prayed.
After about a minute, Dan looked up and said, “It’s so beautiful.”
“What is?” I asked.
“I see the Throne of God, it is so beautiful!” Dan said.
There was no fear now, just peace in the room. Dan said, “It is so beautiful I don’t want to come back.”
After awhile Dan spoke as he normally did and thanked me for coming. His wife thanked me for breaking off whatever was on Dan.
Two weeks later, Dan sent his lawn man home and was mowing his own grass. The last I heard he has resumed praying for the sick. “I will deliver this people from the power of the grave; I will redeem them from death. Where, O death, are your plagues? Where, O grave, is your destruction? “I will have no compassion, Hosea 13:14.
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