Let me relate a dream I had to you.
I found myself involved in sin at one point in my life. My wife and I were at a Saturday night service and I felt the oppression of the enemy. I left the room so as not to be a hindrance to the Spirit of God moving among the worshipers. Before long one of the guys came out to find me and we talked and I confessed and we prayed. We went back in and everyone was involved in a season of prayer. It took a moment to realize that they were praying for ME. I was humbled and ashamed. When we went home I fell asleep.
I was taken to the cross.
I found myself kneeling in front of Jesus. He was laying on the ground with His arms stretched out ready to be nailed to the cross. I had a mallet in my right hand and a spike in the other. The spike was positioned on his palm and I realized that I was going to put that nail through His hand. I screamed as loudly as I could that I didn't want to do this. I cried and I begged God. My hand went up and brought the heavy hammer down with all of my strength. I remember hitting the nail twice. The next thing I remember is sobbing at the foot of the cross as he hung there above me. I knew that it was my sin that put Him there. No, not just knew it. I had actually done the work of nailing my God to the cross. I was broken and then a few drops of bright red blood landed on me. God spoke to me then. Not a physical voice, but in my spirit. He said, "Donny, I love you. Go and sin no more."
I woke up around 5:30 and called the guy that had prayed with me the night before. After relating to him the story of what had just happened he told me to check my e-mail. He had sent me a message with this picture attached.
I know my God. I am moved to service by what I did, and what I've been forgiven of.
I found myself involved in sin at one point in my life. My wife and I were at a Saturday night service and I felt the oppression of the enemy. I left the room so as not to be a hindrance to the Spirit of God moving among the worshipers. Before long one of the guys came out to find me and we talked and I confessed and we prayed. We went back in and everyone was involved in a season of prayer. It took a moment to realize that they were praying for ME. I was humbled and ashamed. When we went home I fell asleep.
I was taken to the cross.
I found myself kneeling in front of Jesus. He was laying on the ground with His arms stretched out ready to be nailed to the cross. I had a mallet in my right hand and a spike in the other. The spike was positioned on his palm and I realized that I was going to put that nail through His hand. I screamed as loudly as I could that I didn't want to do this. I cried and I begged God. My hand went up and brought the heavy hammer down with all of my strength. I remember hitting the nail twice. The next thing I remember is sobbing at the foot of the cross as he hung there above me. I knew that it was my sin that put Him there. No, not just knew it. I had actually done the work of nailing my God to the cross. I was broken and then a few drops of bright red blood landed on me. God spoke to me then. Not a physical voice, but in my spirit. He said, "Donny, I love you. Go and sin no more."
I woke up around 5:30 and called the guy that had prayed with me the night before. After relating to him the story of what had just happened he told me to check my e-mail. He had sent me a message with this picture attached.
I know my God. I am moved to service by what I did, and what I've been forgiven of.