Good Morning, Holy Spirit

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Now my parents didn't know I was healed because we had so little communication around the house. And, of course, there had always been times when I could speak without a noticeable problem for a short time— before something set

It was impossible, however, to erase from my mind the picture of a burning man and the sound of the Lord saying, "If you do not preach, everyone who falls will be your responsibility."said, "Hey, I'd like you to take me to your church." They told me about a weekly fellowship they attended and offered to take me just a couple of days later.

November is traditionally a time of harvest and thankfulness for the Father’s bounty. This year, as well, it can usher in a new season of intimacy and closeness with Almighty God! That is what happened to me. It was as if a giant spotlight was beaming down on me. All I could see were my weaknesses, my faults, and my sins. So here I was, born in Israel, but not Jewish. Raised in an Arabic culture, but not of Arabic origin. Attending a Catholic school, but raised as a Greek Orthodox. Clemence Hinn, about to give birth to her second child, was in the hospital, gazing out the window of her maternity room at a beautiful sight. The deep blue waters of the Mediterranean were stretched to infinity. But the heart of this small woman of Armenian descent was troubled. She was torn with bitterness, fear, and shame. It became obvious that if I was to remain in my own home, I would have to close the door to conversations about Christ.The book was first published in 1990, then revised and expanded in 2004. Millions of copies have been sold. had studied enough English to fill out a job application. And it worked. He accepted the challenge of becoming, of all things, an insurance salesman. And when she said it, you could have dropped a pin and heard it. I was afraid to breathe. I didn't move a muscle. I was holding on to the pew in front of me wondering what would happen next.

Though it was fascinating, history had not been kind to my birthplace. Jaffa was invaded, captured, destroyed, and rebuilt again and again. Simon the Maccabee, Vespasian, the Mamelukes, Napoleon, and Allenby have all claimed her. GOOD MORNING, HOLY SPIRIT And I couldn't wait to talk to my newfound friend. Here were the first words out of my mouth: \"Good morning, Holy Spirit!\" At the very moment I spoke those words, the glorious atmosphere returned to my room. This time, though, I was not vibrating or shaking. All I felt was the wrapping of His presence. The second I said, \"Good morning, Holy Spirit,\" I knew He was present with me in the room. Not only was I filled with the Spirit that morning, I also received a fresh infilling every time I spent time in prayer. What I am talking about is beyond speaking in tongues. Yes, I did speak in a heavenly language, but it was much more than that. The Holy Spirit became real. He became my friend. He became my companion, my counselor. The first thing I did that morning was to open the Bible. I wanted to be sure. And as I opened the Word, I knew He was there with me as if He was sitting down beside me. No, I did not see his face or His countenance. But I knew where He was. And I began to know His personality. From that moment on the Bible took on a whole new dimension. I would say, \"Holy Spirit, show it to me in the Word.\" I wanted to know why He had come, and He led me to these words: \"We have received, not the spirit of the world, but the Spirit who is from God, that we might know the things that have been freely given to us by God\" (1 Cor. 2:12). When I asked why He wanted to be my friend, He led me to the words of Paul: \"The grace of the Lord Jesus Christ, and the love of God, and the communion of the Holy Spirit be with you all\" (2 Cor. 13:14). Access-restricted-item true Addeddate 2010-02-09 16:43:43 Bookplateleaf 0008 Boxid IA111505 Camera Canon EOS 5D Mark II City Nashville DonorTRADITION, TRADITION\" 47 \"Go Up There\" At the conclusion of the meeting, Merv Watson said, \"I want all of you who would like to make a public confession of your sin to step forward. We're going to pray with you as you ask Christ to come into your heart.\" I began to shiver and shake. But I thought, \"I don't think I should go down there because I'm already saved.\" I knew the Lord took charge of my life at five minutes to eight on Monday morning. And this was Thursday. You guessed it. Within seconds I found myself walking down that aisle as fast as I could. I didn't quite know why I did it. But something inside was telling me, \"Go up there.\" It was at that moment, at a charismatic service in an Anglican church, that this good little Catholic from a Greek Orthodox home made a public confession of his acceptance of Christ. \"Jesus,\" I said, \"I'm asking you to be the Lord of my life.\" The Holy Land couldn't compare with this. How much better to be where Jesus was, than where he used to be. That night when I got home, I was so filled with the presence of the Lord, I decided to tell my mother what had happened. (I didn't have the courage to tell my dad.) \"Mama, I've got to share something with you,\" I whispered. \"I've been saved!\" In a flash, her jaw was set. She glared and said crisply, \"Saved from what?\" \"Trust me,\" I said. \"You'll understand.\" On Friday morning and all during the day—at school, at the kiosk, everywhere I went, a picture kept flashing before me. I saw myself preaching. It was unthinkable, but I