Tonight at church was very interesting. I believe I was touched by the presence of the Lord in a way no one else was tonight.
About the second song into worship, you knew something big was going to start brewing when a couple folks on opposite sides of the building started worshipping in tongues. The worship was good, and Pastor John got up to pray that the Lord’s presence and glory would be invited into our church.
No sooner did Pastor John pray that than I got a massive thigh cramp that felt like someone had just punched me a hundred times. Either God Himself crashed through the roof and landed on my left leg, or I just had an adverse reaction to His glory. I’m not sure what it was, but it was odd.
I sat down and stretched it out and felt a bit better. Weird, I thought, let’s keep worshipping. I got back up and began to clap along with the music and sing.
Then five minutes later, our song transitioned. The words were there on the screen:
Strength flows from God,
Flows from God.
Grace flows from God,
Flows from God.
As soon as I sang those words with the church, ANOTHER CRAMP!!!! This one was twice as bad. I had to sit down and stretch it out again. I saw Pastor John shoot me a glance as I was sitting down and I wondered if he hadn’t thought I was being disrespectful.
Strength flows from God, huh? I was the only one sitting down in the building.
I bowed my head down and prayed for the Lord to heal my leg and make the pain go away, and instantly felt better. Good, now I can get back into the routine of things again, I thought.
I lasted the rest of worship without incident, but then Pastor John gave an impassioned altar call for those who needed deliverance to come on down and be prayed for.
You can only guess what happened next. Only this time, my leg started twitching horribly as if I had no control over it.
Holy Ghost, perhaps?
Nah, I don’t see how He would inflict pain in an attempt to get me to the altar. All I know is I looked like some punk kid whom the Lord was moving on and wouldn’t respond.
So I sat back down again, and this time Ted looked at me from across the pew as if to wonder what was up. I gave a “yeah, I’m okay” smile and bowed my head to pray again.
I’m surprised no one came up to pray for me. In years past, in a spiritually charged atmosphere like that, someone would usually border on emotionalism and pray for my deliverance, only not deliverance from the physical pain I was so obviously in.
But it didn’t happen, thank God. In fact, after that, I was free and clear for the night, but holy cow my thigh hurt for at least an hour afterwards.
So I can now truly say that God showed up at Crimson House last night.
I would know. I have the charley horse to show for it.
And yes, just so you all know, I did pray when the invitation was given.
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