The Holy Spirit fell

June 6, 2010

Yesterday was something amazing for me for several reasons. The first and, what I feel is a valuable reason was the alone time that Debra and I had driving to Woodston Camp (Kansas Assemblies of God family camp). We had 3.5 hours of nothing but us and the sunshine and the bugs hitting the windshield to keep us company. The second reason was the fellowship with some of our church folks who are trendy campers and other “saints” who were camping that week. The third reason, which is tops is the spiritual aspect of the experience.

We arrived shortly before lunch and we were met by around 30 screaming kids playing some sort of game with the Children’s church pastors attached to the camp. We talked to one of our church folks and he came over and showed us where we needed to drive and set up our lodging. Let me say for next year just one word. Well maybe two words. Na, three. COLD AIR CONDITIONER. I will have one for next year when we spend the night. It was hot!

Debra and I unloaded our stuff and went to the lunch line. It was like standing in line at kids/youth camp. Waiting for camp food is a challenge in itself and a blessing. You get to swat mosquitoes, ants, and bugs while having fellowship with new friends. We ate lunch and then walked the grounds admiring History. We saw where someone had written on the floor in 1948 in the Tabernacle. What a powerful statement. I would have loved to have had the opportunity to sit with some of those Saints and hear the stories of how God moved back then.

We visited with the District Superintendent for about 30 minutes and then back to the shade tree to watch the young kids/teens walk around. So funny. One young lady in 90 plus temps was wearing a wool cap. I just laughed and rubbed my partly cloudy bald head and felt the sunburn and realized I didn’t have my hat on. We went to dinner/supper and had some great food and fellowship. Then it was off to the Tabernacle.

This is the point of my blog today. The Holy Spirit moved in a mighty way that night and I am still feeling the effect of what God did in my life. Now, the rest of the story. Debra got sick, so we had to leave the camp and head back home. For 3.5 hours I played one song on the CD player and it was in Spanish. The power of God moved in our hearts in my truck and we felt like we were riding on air. At any moment I was expecting to see His Angels carrying our truck the rest of the way. The overwhelming feeling that we had in that truck to know that God was with us was breathtaking. Tears of joy were flooding my eyes. The Spirit of God was stirring my soul to pray in tongues for what seemed like an hour while driving. At one time I had to stop just to get out of the truck! It was so awesome to be in His presences my friend.

God spoke to my heart to assure me that He is in control. The scriptures came to me “Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil.” We don’t wrestle against flesh and blood my friends, but against the evil powers of darkness. The enemy is seeking to destroy God’s children, by using people. The devil knows he cannot hurt the child of God! But, he is sure trying to destroy what God is trying to do. When you are attacked by someone who claims to be a child of God, let me encourage you to do two things. Remember that they don’t know what they are doing. If they did know what they were doing, they wouldn’t do it. The other reason is just as simple. Pray for them and love them. I was reminded of that today when a church member called me and they went and shared the Word of God with someone who was doing some things. The Lord showed me James chapter 5, verse 20 that if we help a sinner with their problem, we are saving them and hiding a multitude of sins.

Listen friends and hear this cry. Keep serving Jesus and remember in the last days there will be a great falling away, but also know that His Spirit will also fall!