I Miss You - Val ...

Okay last night's dream was a very interesting and again a very vivid one. When I used to live in Dunstable I had an ever-so dear friend to me - sort of like an older sister! Her name was Val and she was the wife of one of the elders in our church - who also became an amazing friend and mentor to me although we disagreed quite vigorously at times about issues particularly the Holy Spirit! Val was a teacher at the Christian school I went to and saw me through the yucky teenage years of my life and yet treated me firmly and kindly. What I think I will never get over was that she was always willing to speak to me like an adult whereas many others in the church treated me (and still do!) like a child!

Regretfully, sadly and yet victoriously Val was taken to glory in 2001 prematurely through a disease I detest and loathe - cancer. I will never forget walking the streets of Birmingham crying out that God would take me instead. She was a kind, wonderful, caring, loving wife and mother. I at the time was a mess. She deserved to live! I deserved - well less I felt! Yet God still took her. Martin, her husband told me that people in the church did pray for her healing - but yet it was one of the most upsetting days of my life sitting in the church at her funeral. I will never ever forget her smile particularly.

So in my dream I was somewhat amazed and thrilled to be dreaming that I was walking with Val through Dunstable. She was alive and well. Yet deep down somehow I knew that she was ill and she spoke to me about needing prayer. I had a book of C H Spurgeon's sermons with me in the dream and I found myself flicking through it furiously trying to find something - anything about miraculous healing and signs and wonders. When I woke up I spent a long time trying to figure out why I dreamt that. I don't think I ever felt it was "her time to go". Cancer robbed her family, her friends, me! And I wonder if that dream was speaking to me and reminding me that there is indeed a search on - a desperate search because people are dying (Michael Jackson being a notable one yesterday) every day.

I'm not necessarily saying I felt the call to go and try and pray for Val's resurrection from the dead. I think her death was a memorable and traumatic one for me at the time and that dream reminded me that healing and signs and wonders are more than just theology to argue over. If someone is healed, if someone is raised from the dead - then family and friends and a watching world are saved from the heartache that I still remember so vividly when I heard Val had gone to glory.

People - even children are dying early. I heard the day before yesterday that a former collegue of mine from Bristol was killed in a car crash and he was only in his late 30's. And it's time we saw that;

STOP!!

Authoritative Command in Action!! But ...

I had an incredible experience this week that I wanted to share and be honest about. It puzzled me - and it's puzzled Pete too - but it is also kind of encouraging. It began when I finished transcribing Rob's incredible sermon; "The Power of the Authoritative Command - Part 1" and have been considering how wrong I have been and unbiblical to spend time praying for the healing of dear friends like Scott, Pete himself, Barry and so on. I was at work at the hospice and was just taking the rubbish out when I suddenly felt an urge to make an authoritative command for the healing of Scott's eczma.

Rob said;

"An authoritative command is not prayer - and I believe in prayer and pray every day. An authoritative command is not a petition or a request heaven-ward. It is an authoritative command that flows out of your spirit by the anointing of the Holy Spirit. It is an anointed annoucement that releases the power of God's government and demands that circumstances immediately align themselves with God's will".

So I felt an urge to state that I have the righteousness of God in Christ Jesus and that eczma is an abomination marking the wonderful creation of God - that it had no place on Scott's body who has also received the righteousness of God in Christ Jesus. I commanded that the eczma leave him and that the "new suit of skin" that I had seen in heaven in Hong Kong at the "Grace and Glory Conference" be given to him.

I guess anyone can make "commands" to the atmosphere - but what took me by surprise was that I felt the Holy Spirit descend on me in absolute power. It was all I could do to stay standing in the hospice parking - I felt my whole body shaking under the power of God and it was wonderful! I haven't felt that confident that Scott had been healed since when Rob Rufus was speaking at Church of Christ the King in Brighton before "Together on A Mission 2007", he had many of us forward to pray for us. While I was at the front on my knees enjoying God - Rob said; "Someone with a skin condition has been healed!". I went running back to where Scott was sitting on the CCK riser and shouted; "Well?!!?". He hadn't been healed then.

But I had to ring Scott on my mobile as soon as possible to find out if he had been healed. He hadn't. And even worse he hadn't even felt anything of the Holy Spirit upon him.

What puzzled me was the experience of the Holy Spirit that came as a result of my authoritative command (which obviously wasn't that authoritative!). I very much ALWAYS love experiencing God and don't experience Him enough! But why did He come upon me as a result of that command? And why didn't Scott experience God? Or get healed? Did I not have enough faith or did Scott not have enough faith? I am asking these questions genuinely and would appreciate comments, suggestions and thoughts. This is all an extremely new area to me and I wish I could be in Hong Kong so I could ask Rob himself!

I'm going to keep going in this area - but it truly is; "No Well Worn Paths!" but it would be lovely to understand more why God does what He does.