Sooo… you know how in the Old Testament, there was the Holy of Holies?
There was a veil separating anyone (except the appointed priest… once a year) from “entering” the very presence of God.
The average Joe could not “encounter” the presence of God.
So…. remember what happened on the cross? The veil, that separated the normal people from God, was torn so that we could all have constant accessto what an Old Covenant, holy priest only had access to once a year. (Matthew 27:51)
If you say things like, “the presence of God was there”, or “God was in that place”, or “God showed up”, you have actively created a mindset that puts God back into that room behind a veil.
HE LIVES IN YOU.
You have become the Holy of Holies.
You have become the Most Holy Place.
You have become the temple in which He resides. (1 Cor 6:19)
You have become one spirit with Him. (1 Cor 6:17)
You have been hidden in Him. (Col 3:3)
He is living in you. (Gal 2:20, Col 1:26-27)
You are constantly in His presence. Do not wait to go to a building to become aware of it.
God doesn’t “show up”. He was always there. The only thing that changed was that you became aware of it and actually dared to believe Him at his word, “I will never leave you”, “greater is He that is in you than he that is in this world”, “if God is for us, who can be against us?” (Heb 13:5, 1 John 4:4, Rom 8:31).
Do not trade a lifestyle for watered-down, centralized, program-based, event-based religion.
[read the book of Hebrews]
I was hanging out with a friend on Saturday (June 18th) morning. She wanted to get ‘trained’, healing the sick and stuff, and she also had a ton of questions about direction and identity stuff. I went to a huge flea market with her and we spent most of the time talking, but we saw some pretty cool stuff.
The first person we ministered to was an old gentleman in a red scooter. He was just finishing a purchase and I asked him how he was doing. Surprisingly, he introduced himself first and then I asked him what happened to his legs. He said that he was a war vet and that years ago, he had a bad accident which resulted in most of the bones on the right side of his body to be broken.
He explained how the entirety of his right arm/legs were in pain because they didn’t recover correctly.
“Here let me pray for you man” as I knelt down an put my foot on his knee. I commanded his body to be whole. After a few seconds, I told him to stand up (I had that thought in the back of my head… “ARE YOU CRAZY??! WHAT IF HE’s not healed?) and he did.
For a few seconds, I didn’t know what was going on, because he didn’t say anything. I asked how he was doing and he said there was a lot less pain. I offered to do it again so all the pain would go, but before I could, he sat down and said, “hold on.”
He pulled out his wallet (i totally thought he was gonna try to give me money) and pulled out a doctor’s note that explained his condition. He was in awe, because he was supposed to be in “chronic pain” according to the note. The whole time, I remember him profusely asking, “What did you do to me? This is amazing!” Before, he could barely stand up, but now he had very little problems doing so.
I ended up laying hands on him one more time, but he didn’t walk. He said that he was missing his left leg. 70% of his right leg was prosthetic.
Haha, I asked him, “Do you want your leg to be restored?”
He got this weird look on his face. “What?”
“Do you want function to return to your leg?”
I think he was so shocked because he already had some good news, getting his leg back would be too much goodness. He ended backpedaling and asked me if I lived in the area. I ended up giving him my card/cell # and he told me he was gonna call me.
“I’m not even a believer!!” I remember he said. haha. Hopefully he calls me soon.
I think about 10 minutes later, we see 2 younger girls pushing a lady in a wheelchair.
I got their attention.. “Hey how you guys doing?” I asked the lady what happened to her leg and her daughter explained that her mom had cancer in her leg and it messed up her tendon. She had melanoma under her skin.
The daughter kept translating for us and I laid hands on the mom’s leg. After I commanded it to be whole, I told her to bend her leg. “Mejor, mejor! (Better, better)” as she nodded her head. Then I told her to stand up but her daughter interjected, “she can’t”.
“Well, is there anymore pain?” The mom said there was still some along the outside of her thigh, so I made her a deal. I told her I was going to pray for her one more time, and then she was gonna stand up. They agreed.
.. put my hand on her leg, commanded it to be better, told her to stand, and she stood. “Any more pain?” She had just a twinge left on her hip. Took a few seconds to knock it out and then I told her to take a step. She started hobbling, it wasn’t anything impressive, but it was a big step from being confined to a wheelchair.
I told them that I would expect their mom to be a lot better the next morning, and then I told them some of the testimonies I had from Africa just a month ago. They were from Oakland, so I gave them my card and told them to give me an update.
That was a cool “intro” for my friend.
Today (June 20th), I went to Sweet Tomatoes with my aunt for lunch. On the way out, I saw 2 guys sitting at a table and one of them had a cast on his left forearm.
I stopped and asked the guy, “Hey what happened to your arm?”
His friend made an innuendo as to how he broke it, but he said that he just tripped and fell.
I asked him how much longer he needed the cast for and he said, “oh this isn’t the real one, I’m going to the doctor tomorrow to get the real cast, it’s gonna be 4 weeks”
“Oh man.. is it hurting right now?”
“Here, check this out” I leaned over an put my hand on his cast. Commanded the pain to go, for the arm to be whole. His friend across the table sort of rolled his eyes when I said, “in Jesus name”. haha.
“Move your hand, check it out”
While he was moving is hand, he was trying to find where the pain went.
“How is it?”
His friend interjected, “the same!”
“Nah, actually, it’s a lot better.”
“There still a little bit, though?”
“Here” as I put my hand on his cast again, thanked God for the progress and commanded it to be 100%.
I told him to check it again. He was impressed. His friend stopped talking.
“It’s doing a lot better, thanks. I’ll have to let my doctor take a look at it”
“Hey man, what’s your name?”
“Brandon. That’s awesome man, go to your doctor, get it checked out, it’ll be good.”
bahaha. I love encounters like these.
Thinking back, I definitely could have stayed a bit and talked to them about what just happened. I was feeling rushed cause my aunt was waiting outside and had no idea where I went.
It’d be so funny to hear what their conversation was like after I left. Man. I should’ve gave him my business card or something. Ah. Live and learn.
Today, I was at REI in San Diego hanging with the family. I saw a lady being pushed in a wheelchair by her daughter. I followed them, approached them from the side and asked, “hey, do you mind me asking why you need the wheelchair? what happened?”
She and her daughter looked a little skeptical and cautious but the lady said that she couldn’t walk very well.
“Is it your knees?”
“Well, it’s my ankles and my knees. I have tendinitis.”
“So is it hurting right now?”
“Here let me pray for your legs real quick!”
They breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that i wasn’t crazy, asking such weird questions. “Oh, go ahead!”
I introduced myself and laid hands on her knees. After commanding it to be healed, I told her to stand up and walk. She said, “Well, i can walk, there’s just pain when i do it.”
She stood, walked, no pain. All gone. She was surprised.
I started to explain how Jesus did this stuff all the time (healing the sick, casting out demons), how I’m just a normal believer, and that every believer is empowered to do what Jesus did. They were intrigued. After a few minutes, another family member showed up, so I asked if she needed healing as well.
The lady that was just healed said, “Yes!! She has a bad neck!”
I prayed for her twice without any result, and then on the third, she was 70-80% better. By then, 3 more family members had gathered. They started asking me about which church I went to (turns out they were catholic).
Long story short, my brother connected them to his church and I told them about a college fellowship at UCSD called Origins that does/teaches what we do. The daughter who was originally pushing her mom in the wheelchair piped up and said that she wants to go there. Apparently, she’s transferring to UCSD in the fall and I was able to get her email to connect her with good friends!
This was never meant to be confined in a building. This was never meant to be reserved for super-saints that are dead or 50+ year old pastors who have been doing this for 20+ years.
The same Holy Spirit is in every believer. The same authority is delegated to every believer. Every believer is seated in heavenly places above every principality, might, and power (Matt 10:1, Luke 9:1, Luke 10:19, Eph 1:21-23). Every believer has the life of God in them. Just as every believer can minister to God as a priest, every believer can set free people who are bound by the devil because they are kings (1 Peter 2:9, Luke 4:18, 1 John 2:27).
A few days ago I was in LA with family. We were parked downtown while my relatives were all running some errands. I stayed in the car because I wanted to read.
After a few minutes, I saw a guy heading my way with a neck brace and a sling for his arm. He was smoking, wore a hat, looked pretty ragged and dirty. He stopped ~15 yards away to smoke. I opened the van door and sat there reading, waiting for him to pass by.
A few more minutes pass and then he starts heading my direction. Just as he walks past the car, I say, “Hey man, what happened to you?” I thought he was going to ignore me, but he stops, turns and tells me what happened. “I fell off a wall and hit my face.”
“How’d that happen?”
He told me about his police confrontation 2 weeks before and said he must have gotten too jumpy and caught his legs on the wall as he went over. He ended up messing up a few of his vertebrae and broke his arm.
“Man… how much longer you need the brace for?”
“4-6 weeks…” and he explained further about what his doctor said.
I got up from the car and headed towards him, “dude, check this out, my friends and I go heal the sick all the time, you want to get better?”
“Oh yeah, of course.”
I introduced myself, shook his hand, commanded his neck to be healed and told him to test it out.
All the soreness he had was gone. I told him to take off the brace and he moved his neck around. He tested it and had the most mobility and range of movement since the accident. He said his arm was already doing fine, and then he thanked me for the blessing and said he had to go.
He walked off holding his neck brace.
A few days before that, I was on vacation with family in the grand canyon. I saw a lady with a bandage/wrap around her knee so I asked her what happened. She said that she just had an operation done and was recovering.
“Is it hurting right now”
“Yeah, I can’t put too much weight on it…”
“Here, let me pray for you” as I reached out my hand, “What’s your name?”
I shook her hand and then put my hands on her knee. Commanded her to be healed and then I told her to bend her knee. She said it was a lot better.
“Is there anymore pain?”
I laid hands on her knees one more time and then I told her to walk.
She lifted up her cane and walked flawlessly.
This is the call of the believer. Demonstrate Jesus. Set people free. Destroy the work of the devil.
It’s not about gathering in big piles of salt in a church building. It’s about spreading out, salting and preserving the world around us that has been torn apart with hate because of religion.
We have made a pedestal out of what should be the lowest common denominator.
The supernatural wasn’t meant to be reserved for a specific day in a specific location for specific people. It’s meant for anyone who has become the temple in which the Holy Spirit, who raised Christ from the dead, resides.
It’s not about saying “Jesus loves you” “Jesus died for you”. It’s about you actually loving the people you encounter on a daily basis and demonstrating that the power of Jesus is alive in you.
It’s not about flippant church cliches. It’s about legitimately giving people hope. Giving people legitimate answers to their problems.
When’s the last time your gospel actually sounded like good news to someone?
When was the last time you loved someone without an agenda?
How are the people around you ever going to encounter Jesus if you, being His body, do not represent Him?
How are you being leaven to the world around you? Or has the leaven of the world around you affected you?
I posted this a few days later to demonstrate a reality that most healing “ministries” don’t talk about or mention because I didn’t want to create a false expectation from the people reading. Here was the original post.
So when it comes to the supernatural, boom, i’m there. I live it, i teach it, i write about it, i think about it, i dream about it… There’s a lot of people that do that, but there is a reality that I don’t hear a lot of people talk about.
The misses. The failures. The dropped balls. The blips in the radar.
The last thing I want to do is to paint a reality that isn’t quite the full story. This leads to false expectations, and thus, disappointment. Here goes.
I’ll be referring to the previous post a lot, so here’s the link.
When I was at the Grand Canyon with my family a few weeks ago, there was a lady that I saw at the visitor’s center. She had one of those fold-up walkers that you could also sit on. She didn’t look too inviting, so I wanted to be a little more aggressive (something you learn when you do this a lot).
Same drill. I approached her, asked her what happened, she told me it was her hips that were out of whack. I said, “Let me pray for you real quick” and I followed up with a “what’s your name?” before she could respond to the first statement.
“Brenda” as I shook her hand.
“I’m Brandon” and since I already had her hand, I started praying/commanding the sickness/pain to go.
She was a little more hesitant. I told her to stand up and walk, but she had a “this ain’t ever gonna happen” attitude. She stood up out of courtesy and told me she already had people praying for her. She quickly said that her friends were waiting for her, so she went on her way.
The next day, when i was walking out of a gas station, I saw a young girl (looked like a high schooler) sitting right outside smoking. I felt a nudge to talk to her, I was thinking she had knee problems. “Nah, I doubt it…” I wrestled with it for a little bit, long enough to get into the car.
I finally got out of the car and approached the girl and said, “hey, this might be a weird question, but did you bust up your knee recently?” She gave me a weird look, “nope.” as she shook her head.
Oi. Miss. “Ok, nevermind.”
In downtown LA, while my sister was getting her visa for China, I waited downstairs because I had to make some calls. While I was on the phone, a guy walked past heavily with a cane. What’d I do? I finished my conversation on the phone and the guy was gone by the time I finished the call.
When I was in REI, there was a guy I saw on crutches. He said he messed up his hip (I don’t remember all the details). Prayed for him twice, but we didn’t see much change.
Even after I ministered to the family with the lady in the wheelchair who was healed from tendinitis, I was again, on the phone when a guy walks into the store with a prosthetic leg. What’d I do? I blipped. I spoke with my friend on the phone and my family began to head out of the store…
I’m still growing. Before I see “greater works” than Jesus, I should be able to do “equal works”.
I haven’t seen everyone I’ve ministered to recover instantly (then again, I haven’t followed up with every single one).
I haven’t ministered to every single person I’ve seen with a need.
I don’t always know how to approach/interact with every sick person I come across.
I still have people who flat out get angry when I ask about why they are disabled or hurt.
Ryan (http://reformationforjesus.tumblr.com) has had people cuss him out for trying to minister to a family member.
I’m certainly seeing more than I did 2 years ago. I’m certainly seeing more people impacted and transformed, but I still have growing to do, and it certainly hasn’t been perfectly amazing every single time [so far].