WE'VE COME TO PRAY----- The Corner Chappel-- forum: Personal Experiences
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| I sort of sidetracked another thread with my telling of an experience that I had with being slain in the spirit. I felt it was the wrong place to tell it, so Mekos suggested starting a new thread. I think she was right. So I will tell my story here, and you can certainly feel free to add your own experiences as well. I will transfer the first part of the story here...... "....For instance, if I may go off the track for a moment, I always thought being "slain in the Spirit" was a hoax. I thought they either went down willingly or were pushed. In fact, I have seen for myself how some pastors have "gently encouraged" the victims to fall backward. John MacArthur has spoken out against the truthfulness of it also, and I greatly respect him. However.....it did finally happen to me. I was shocked by it. I absolutely did not want it to happen. I had no idea it was happening until I was falling backward. My heart was racing and I was completely powerless to stop it or to get myself up. My son and his friend tried to help me up right away, but I knew I was not going to be able to stand. Trust me. It was real. I had a strong reaction to it for a couple of days after. I couldn't stand being around people and their useless, inane conversations. I didn't want to talk to anyone, and I couldn't think about anything except the Lord. I did my work, but it was like I was a different person. There's more to the story, but I've already run on too much. I just said it to prove that respected teachers may not always be correct in their teachings." I was asked by Audrey to tell the rest of the story, so here it is....... "At that time my son and I were attending a black church. We were at the early morning service. It is a small group of regulars (maybe 30?) plus always a few extras. That morning, there was a guest speaker from Atlanta, so plenty of extra people. When it was over, he had an altar call. I was the only white lady there, my son and his couple of friends the only white males. I didn't go to the altar, but stood at my seat with my eyes closed. He kept encouraging the people to come up. When I opened my eyes, I was almost the only one not there. I thought I should go. The crowd was about 3 people deep and we stood in the back (having come up so late to the call). As he worked his way down toward our end, he looked me square in the eye and beckoned me with his finger to step forward. I didn't. A few minutes later he was closer, we made eye contact again and he nodded at me to come closer. I didn't. By the time he was right in front of me, the people moved away a little, so when he motioned for me, I approached him. I have no idea what he said, if anything. All he did was touch my forehead, or maybe his hand never even got that far, I don't know. I only know I sort of lost consciousness and fell backward. I think my son and his friends reached out to me so I wouldn't hurt myself. My heart was beating so hard and so fast and my face felt like it was burning. I was totally not caring that I was laying on the floor! After a couple of minutes, they helped me up and went back to our seats. I could not stop crying. I told my son I wanted to talk to him to ask him why he singled me out. Was it because I was white? Or something else? But I couldn't speak (from crying) so he told the Pastor's wife and she took us into her office where he had been taken. They all talked, but I couldn't get a word out. I still don't know the reason he singled me out. The rest of that day, I sat by the bedroom window by myself, just looking out and remembering. When my husband (who is not saved) came home from golf and saw me there, he asked me if I was alright. I just said I had a headache (I think I did) and wanted to stay alone for awhile. I didn't want to talk to him at all. Next day I went to work, but still carried that feeling with me. I couldn't wait for the day to be over. My friends were acting like everything was normal ( ) but for me it wasn't. They were making jokes and talking about stupid TV shows, etc and I just wanted to be alone. The next day, I was sent to another lab to work where I was the only person working. Yay! I still kept thinking about it and this one co-worker friend (unsaved) kept coming to my mind. I mean really coming to mind! Finally, I thought, "Lord, why are you bringing Sharon to my mind so much? Do you want me to tell her what happened?? I will if you want me to, but please give me an opportunity to speak with her privately, not in the lab in front of all those people." I swear this is the truth.....not 5 seconds later, Sharon walked in the room to bring me some work. When I saw her come through that door, my eyes got as big as saucers and my jaw nearly hit the floor and I started to cry!! I was crying so hard I couldn't talk, and she asked if I was alright. All I could do was nod. Eventually she started to cry too, just from watching me cry. And I did tell her what happened to me. Sharon is someone I had been witnessing to for awhile. She eventually did find the Lord. She and her husband both are saved now and I am the only friend they invited to their baptism. God is so good! Anyway, another saved friend told me that she heard that when someone is truly slain in the spirit, they get a tiny little "zap" from God, a personal encounter, probably like what happened to John in Revelation. She nailed my feelings. I felt "clean," and didn't want to be around anyond "dirty." Of course it wore off and I could talk to my co-workers again. By Wednesday I was pretty much over it. " Feel free to comment, or tell your own experience! |
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| Nancy, that bought tears to my eyes! Love prospers when a fault is forgiven, but dwelling on it separates close friends. |
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| Nancy what a wonderful story. |
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| Hello Ladies, You, and the Lord have convenced me to return, but keep in mind I am a man, thats somewhat advanced in years. I have read your post, and feel your hungar for Christ Jesus.So far you have been asking very open questions, and MarSue has done an exlent job, with the Word.Genesis 3/15, is the first mention of the comming Mesiah, and the curse, on mankind.This will include women too.We shall discuss this when we get back to this part of scripture.I truly am touched, by complements from those of you, that expressed them. This goes to my heart, not my head. Lets study Gods Word. Mike |
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  Great to have you back Mike!! |
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| I would like to write a little history, of mikes conversion. Mike was a solid man, who would do no one any harm, but existed on hate, from the cruel past.I was 10 years, when my Irish immagrant daddy died, and I saw a big difference in the people, whom I thought I knew. I had to fight older boys, who would talk about how poor we are, and "Did we eat lizzards, and snakes", such punishments should never happen to a family.We were different, being Irish protastants, and living in a little town, where if you werent 6, or 8 generation, you were poor white trash, and we were poor, and we were white, but we could all fight, and as I grew older, thats what I depended on. School was a joke for me, since I had a job, getting up every morning, at 3:00am, and milking cows, home, ate, changed, and off to school.To be re peated, when I got out of school, to bring in those 34 cows, and milk them, clean the barn, and home for bed. I was a slow student, and began to drag behind, so the only way, I got through school, was to get myself in trouble, with the law, for beating a boy, for taunting me, and bent his bicycle, so to juve court, I go. When ask why I bent the bicycle, i had no good answer, but the judge saw in me, something worth while, and told me to graduate HS, or finish it at the training school, witch was a small prison, and they never turned out any thing good.So I had a delima on my hands, I had to GRADUATE. I will pick up here, later, when I'm not rushed. Mike |
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| Nancy, That is awesome. My husband got slain one day at church and he said it felt like he was froze up and could not move a muscle except for his eyes. He tried to get up but could not for a long time. I boasted they couldn't get me, I was too far gone and one day I went out standing and never fell but all the sound of the preaching got farther and farther away until it was silent and I thought I stood there for an hour, (probably 2-3 minutes really) but when the voices came back I felt so refreshed and calm and I woke up. I got filled with the Holy Spirit and was given the gift of visions and interpretation. I literally SEE things happening and either have to warn someone to change directions or tell them of something good God wants them to know. God has shown me so many awesome things, I could not begin to tell of all. All I can do is thank HIM for His love and blessings He has given to me. Thank Him for the Sacrifices He made for me. Praise HIM for His SON HE GAVE for me. God Bless you Mike, thanks for helping so much and please feel free to jump in anytime. We all are a piece of clay God is molding and we are not finished yet, and as someone said so well, we are on different levels and I feel on the lowest level looking up at you all. I need you all.  :hearts:If you can picture in your mind GOD standing and each one of us is a different part of HIS body, some the eyes because we are see-ers, some hear His word and are part of the ear, some speak prophecy and is part of the mouth, some go out and preach and are part of the legs evangelizing, and some help in the ministeries and are the hands , etc every part is needed and when one is missing the others suffer. So hang tight, we are going on this ride together. Thank You Nancy for posting this, I have witnessed it many times and feel so blessed to be a part of the kingdom of GOD. Hope you all have a safe and blessed weekend holiday.  |
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| Mike we do si doed, I am always doing that, I am sorry but love your story you are sharing. God bless you and please finish, I am hanging on the edge of my seat here.... :-) |
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| Me too, Mike. I'm anxious to hear the rest. And Mekos, my good friend, you are truly blessed! God has shown you things. As you speak of each of us being a different part of the body, I know what I am. I'm hands. The elderly folks that the Lord has sent me are what I do for Him. I visit a nursing home every day, and I have an elderly dementia patient living with me too. Thanks for contributing to this thread! |
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| OK, now I have to graduate hs, and I missed my basic education, simply because the school thought I was an unteachable child, with bad bad attitudes, and I will admit, I hated every one, boys, and girls, because they too made jesters toward me.I am now trying to learn how to get through classes, and now in the 9th grade, in a new consoladated school, and I now have 4 years to pass, and graduate.This became my mission. In order for me to graduste HS, I am going to have to depend on others, who can read, to read to me Or tell me what they studyed, so I can pick up on where we are in class. I promice, no one wanted near me.They didn't trust me to keep my cool, when some one confronts me. I'm at the lunch area, when I saw the "Bully" picking on the smaller smarter students.He had 4 of them with their knees knocking.What a way to work out some frustrations, and maybe earn some allies, at the same time.I came up to James, and grabed his nose, between my index, and middle fingers, and made him follow me down the hall, and tell every body he saw, "I'm a big boy", until the principle, and assitant interveened, and one of the smart kids said to the principal, that Mike was comming to their rescue, and that they had been bullied by him. I told James, that if I even suspect, that you are bulling some one, he will have to deal with me. The smart kids became my friends, and I learned, but still had a problem with my 3rd grade level of reading, but 4 years later, I graduated from HS, and joined the army the next day, and still had problems with those who would not "pull their load", and didn't make much rank in the army, but it was here, where I met my very first friend, and we really hit it off. He was a scool teacher, just 21/2 years older than me, and we discussed things in depth, and I knew a lot, from listening to the wright sourse of conversation, you see, I really liked to learn things, and discussed almost every thing. It was when we were on patrols, and found ourselves lost, on a compass coarse, that my friend Jay, figured out, that I actually had a very limited reading ability, and for the next 2 1/2 years, I looked up every word, in webesters coledget dictionary, and learned the phonic sounds, and be came a high school level reader. Jay, and I have remained friends, and he has been very much a part of our lives. I am still full of hate, that I have wanted to kill some of the people, who made my life meserable, and I mean the adults, that took advantage of my work, for different ones, getting up hay, and working in saw mills, and got really short changed, cause I was a troubled Kid I had failed at business 3 times, and that didn't help the bitterness, then, at the age of 37, I desided to take a job, at our university, and work for Ins, and retirement.I did a lot of tree sergery on week ends, and also took a job as night watching, in a cotton ware house, and it was here that I heard, an audible voice say, "EVERY DAY WITHOUT JESUS, IS A WASTED DAY". I was all alone, and looked in all those empty buildings, and could not find the sorce of the clear voice, that spoke to me. I didn't know Jesus, I had heard of him, and all those swindlers, that I had worked for, used his name a lot, with an angelic look. I'm working at the university, doing trash pick up, around campus, when a rain started to fall, and I took shelter in a bus stop. I had my sack, and diferent students would get off busses, and run in there to catch a bus, and there was this young smiley faced boy looking at me, and trying to start up a conversation. We were not to associate with the students, and I didn't need him.Bright eyes, and big smile. I took my eyes away from him, and saw a gedion bible, that some one chunked in the bushes.I took my grabbers, and picked up the wet bible, and the boy spoke, about the Bible, and that was a sign from God, for me to look at it, and went on about how God had saved him from a world of sin, and I stopped him, and told him he didn't know nothing, about sins, cause he's too young. I thought it would never quit rainning, and I ask the boy, "when does your bus come by, or have you missed it. He missed it 3 times, just to worry me.. He kept up, until he got me to tell him where I lived, and I thought I had scared him off. I told him to take hwy so, and so forth. Then you will come to a dirt road, with some bad dogs. They are not mine, they belong to the boot legger, and thos two boys, that run the chop shop. The road looks like it ends at the chop shop, but the little trail leads to my trailer. Now I never expected to ever see that boy again, cause thats where I lived, where the shriff arested a woman, and three girls, running a house of prostitution, that where my trailer sat, in their space. I had an intersting situation, but it was cheep rent, and I didn't really care. It was early Nov, when we were stuck in the rain, and now its Dec. 27 1979, and I hear a peck at my door, and it was the boy, Matt, and I said to him please don't waste your time with me, I'm not worth it.My wife, and I both had been victoms of society, where we didn't fit in.I also told Matt, that my wife, and I had both been through a clean your plow divorce, and we really thought that we comitted the one sin, that God can't take us, but that didn't slow Matt down. Please understand, that I had always seen fony people in church, and we had been ask to leave some, and at this point, I'm finished. Matt knew the Bible, and lived the Bible, and was a good example of one who knows the savior. My 10 foot wide trailer had furnishings, that I found, and fixed, or proped up.There was a very old wood heater, that I pulled out of the dump, and fixed it up. We were using wood heat. Matt, and I were sitting on our sofa, that had a lot to be desired, and Matt had my attention, and my mind was working over time, in a sence, that I was trusting, and I never did that before, and after no telling how long, we prayed, and I saw a man come out of me, and srenk enough to fit in that stove door, and for the first time, in my life, I felt saved, and before Matt left me, he gave me scripture to sustain me, and we ask the Holy Sperit to teach me, and I am a completly a new man, with new concerns, and Love, that I never knew. I can't explane what the man, that came out of me was, but he's been gone since the 27 of dec. 1979. Thank you, Mike |
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| Well, may God forever bless Matt, and bless YOU too, Mike! That's a fine story you have, and I am very pleased you have shared it! It makes me feel that my heart is bursting with love and joy and respect. Thank you!! |
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| Nancy, a true test, for me is, I have no interest, or will not allow myself to be tempted by my bitter past, and feel like I have been set free from a nasty prison.Mike |
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| MIke, you have tears in my eyes. It's a beautiful thing to let go and let God. To let go of all the troubles and worries (past and present) and to let God handle all that baggage. Touching story Love prospers when a fault is forgiven, but dwelling on it separates close friends. |
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| Thank you Mike for sharing your story with us. I am delighted you are back and hope to learn alot from your walk with God. Anger doesn't get anyone anywhere. The devil likes to keep all that junk bottled up inside of us so we can't grow in the Lord. Thank God he has set you free! |
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| Thank you for sharing your story with us Mike!!! It has touched my heart and I am so glad that you found Jesus as you Saviour !!! "Faith is not about everything turning out OK; Faith is about being OK no matter how things turn out." |
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| Mike thank you so much for sharing with us. My heart is burning inside of me right now. And I'm close to tears. And smiling all at the same time. I am always amazed at how the Lord works. Hi Jeri, so good to see you. |
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| Thank you, Nancy, Jan, Anita, Sam, Jeri, and Debbie.I guess I will always wonder what the man image was that left Me, I was shocked, and ask Matt, "What Was That? ", but Matt saw nothing, but a very pale, but pleasant face, and I was also shocked, when I looked at my image in the mirrow.My face had always had this scould, and fearsome look, but now it was very pleasant, and it was though I had a look of inocenance. Something I had never had before, but still have.God drove something out of me, that had me bound. I am free, and have traveld far, from where I once was.. God lifted me to hights, I never dreamed of being, and loving people, I could never have even cared for. Now, I have compassion on the worst of sinners, and have been very sucessful at reaching them.I guess you could say, that I have become sucessful, at much, and still have far to go. All I can do is give the credit to The Lord Jesus Christ. I can now converse with people, that before, I would have scared. I am growing in Christ every day. Don't get disapointed, God can use you too.He will, if you let him clean every crevice, in your heart. Love in Christ Jesus. Mike |
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| Mike , I just loved your story and it is so sad but so true how that people are often mistreated and abused by others. But God said vengance is mine and I will repay, and HE will in ways that will teach those abusers and bring them to repentance. Then it will all be worth it in the end. I am so happy that the later end of your story is so much better than the first part. Like in Job where his beginning were such torment but the man of God never gave up and the later end was so blessed and fulfilled. The key to joy and happiness is giving up and giving it all to God to mold us and make us into what HE had purposed for us in the beginning. God Bless you Mike and everyone here. 1Chronicles 4:10 The Prayer of Jabez And Jabez called upon the God of Isreal saying, Oh that you would bless me indeed and enlarge my territory, that your hand would be with me, and that you would keep me from evil, that I may not cause pain ! So God granted him his request. I pray that we all would pray this prayer and ask God to enlarge our territory and help us to help others without causing pain and shine in this world of darkness. May God bless us all and keep us, make His Face to shine upon us, May He be gracious to us and lift up His countenance on us and give us peace, in Jesus Name. |
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| Mike that is a wonderful testimony. I pray everyone has the strength and desire to live and walk with God everyday! |
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