I Flew Kites With Jesus

                                   By Phil Scovell

          *  Disclaimer

          Author's Note.

               It is recommended that you  not even remotely attempt to try
          the basic principles you  think you see in this testimony.  There
          is a great deal  more one needs to  know than what you read  here
          and this is not a "How To" article.

          End of author's note.

          *  Preface

               On November 13,  1963, my father died.   He had been  in the
          hospital for three weeks;  the last two of which he was comatose.

               After six months and more than a dozen eye operations, I was
          pronounced totally blind on  November 13, 1964; exactly one  year
          to the  day of  my father's  death.   Two  weeks following  being
          released  from the  hospital, I  left home  for a school  for the

          *  Introduction

               I have never met a person who has lived a charmed life, that
          is,  someone  who  has  not  suffered  loss  or  some   traumatic
          experience during some time of their  life.  Because I was raised
          in a good Christian home,  I was different, I thought, until  the
          Lord showed me how wrong I was.

               Sitting  in the Christian  therapist's office for  the first
          time, I began  by telling him  I had been  raised in a  wonderful
          Christian  home,  was never  mistreated,  and  overall, I  had  a
          wonderful  childhood.   After spending  the  next twenty  minutes
          explaining to him  all the things happening in  my life that were
          causing  me  anxiety  and panic  attacks,  sleepless  nights, and
          nightmares when I did sleep, he said, "Phil, you have experienced
          some pretty traumatic events in your life."

               "I have?" I replied; puzzled.

               "Well,  your father's sudden death and your blindness coming
          exactly one  year later to the day.   That's two events which are
          pretty traumatic."

               Frankly,  I  had never  considered  my  dad's death  and  my
          blindness as traumatic.  I thought that  was a term used when you
          were in car  wrecks, plane crashes, got hit by a speeding car, or
          when you fell down a flight of  stairs and broke all the bones in
          your  body.   "Trauma?  Me?"   I  was even  more shocked  when he
          continued talking.

               "In all the years of my practice as a Christian therapist, I
          have discovered that psychology doesn't work and is a band aid at
          best for the problems people face as Christians."

               My heart sank.  This was my last hope.  I had been suffering
          from horrifying frightening anxiety for six weeks; day and night.
          I  was on  medication I  didn't want  to take  but felt I  had no
          choice.   As  a Christian,  I  considered myself  to be  a  total
          failure and  I knew I'd never serve the  Lord again.  Maybe, just
          maybe, if I could  stay on the medications and get some Christian
          psychological help, I could be half a person and could experience
          happiness occasionally  over the balance of  my life.  The  way I
          felt,  I probably  wouldn't live  that much  longer in  the first
          place.  Now, here's this guy, my last hope, telling me what he is
          trained  for, and what I  came for to get,  doesn't work.  He was
          still talking.

               "What I have  found that works is something  the Bible calls
          the renewing of the mind."

               I almost cried.  I knew the next thing  he was going to tell
          me was something  about a new  age inner healing  cult he was  in
          which  involved personal  management skills,  a  buzz phrase  for
          behavior  modification,   along  with  visualization   and  daily
          meditation and  affirmations.  I  readied myself to stand  at his
          next words because I was going to walk out of his office.

               Suddenly,  part way through  his explanation of  this prayer
          ministry he  was talking about, I  stopped him and said,  "Do you
          know what an intercessor is?"

               "I sure do," he replied.

               "Well," I  said, "I've  been an  intercessor since 1985  and
          this sounds exactly like a  form of focused intercessory prayer."
          He agreed.

               Over the next  few months, I visited his  office nine times.
          We  prayed together  for ninety  minutes to  three hours  in each
          prayer session.  The Lord began to totally change my life.

               Oddly, before the manic depression and the anxiety and panic
          attacks began, the  Lord told me one  day that He was  leading me
          into another  type of  intercessory prayer  ministry which  would
          normally be conducted on a one-to-one bases.  I had no  idea what
          the  Lord was talking about and I  told Him so.  Besides, I could
          already feel the depression coming on and was doing everything in
          my power to stop its advance and intrusion into my life.

               When the  depression came, it  buried me  alive in  anxiety,
          panic, raw  unadulterated terror, nightmares,  sleeplessness, and
          voices in my head I could not silence even when using the name of
          Jesus.  Six weeks into the depression, the Lord repeated His call
          upon my life.  I cried out to the Lord and told Him I had no idea
          what He was talking about and that He would have to help me  find
          people  who understand  this type  of intercessory prayer.   That
          very week, the Lord led me to someone who was doing  exactly what
          He was trying to  explain to me concerning His will  for my life.
          Less than a year after my first visit to the Christian therapist,
          I was doing the same type of intercessory prayer work with others
          that he had been doing with me.

          *  The Purpose

               The purpose  of this testimony  is to detail how,  and what,
          the Lord did in one  of my prayer sessions.   I want to show  how
          the Lord took me back to a  pair of memories which were connected
          and how  the  Lord  healed  and renewed  my  mind  from  all  the
          woundedness and  pain I had  been suffering for nearly  my entire
          life.   I want  to show how the  Enemy works and  how we learn to
          believe the lies  of the Enemy instead  of God's Word.   You will
          clearly see how, as a Christian, I carried anger in my  heart for
          nearly  forty  years  because  of  lies  I  believed  which  were
          implanted by the Enemy.

          *  Anger

               Three  days before  Christmas My  youngest son  and I  had a
          strong disagreement.  He was 21  years old at the time and I  was
          51 years of age.  I  am humbled to say it was more  of a shouting
          match than an argument and some very  terrible unchristian things
          were said  by all.  I had already  done a hundred hours of prayer
          time with  many different  people and  seen  some amazing  things
          happen.   Plus, I had prayed through many  things by myself in my
          own  life  and   also  experienced  many  dramatic   healings  of
          woundedness.   So, I should  have known  better and  demonstrated
          more responsibility.   Instead,  my son touched  a sore  spot and
          that tapped  into  old  woundedness and  out  rushed  the  anger;
          protecting lies buried  deep within my life.   As usual, however,
          the Lord took what the Enemy meant for evil and turned it to good
          because I called out to Him for help.

               After my son left,  I prayed and asked  the Lord where  this
          anger was coming from but I  was too emotionally involved to hear
          from  the Lord  at that time.   Even  later that night,  when the
          anger was less  but still burned,  I tried praying to  locate the
          original source but all I could feel  was a vague memory that was
          nearly forty years old and the pain was deeply imbedded.  I could
          not get to where I hurt without agreement in prayer.  It  just so
          happened, I had  a prayer session scheduled  in a couple of  days
          with Bret; the same Christian therapist I had prayed with before.

          *  The Prayer Session

               After  spending a  few  minutes  visiting  about  things  in
          general concerning our separate ministries, Bret said,  "Anything
          going on  of late, Phil?"  I  told him there were  lots of little
          things but the argument with my  son had stirred up anger that  I
          didn't know I had.   So we agreed we would start  with the anger.
          First we  prayed and asked  for God's direction and  blessings on
          our time in prayer.

               While praying on my own for the  last year, I often ended up
          thinking about the  time I lost my sight.  The memory that always
          came  to mind,  was where  I  saw myself  on my  back in  a large
          hospital ward of about  forty beds.  I was twelve years of age at
          the  time.  The  minute we  began to pray  about the anger  I had
          experienced just a few days earlier, I was back in  that hospital
          ward.  I said as much to Bret.

               "Lord,"  he  prayed, "would  you  show  Phil, by  your  Holy
          Spirit, why he is angry in this memory?"

               Suddenly, in  an instant of time, I knew.   I was angry with
          God  for  letting  me  go   blind.    Why  didn't  He   stop  it.
          Additionally, I saw the anger turn inward against myself.  I felt
          as if somehow I had failed God and my family.   I spoke these raw
          tender  hurting emotions out  as I felt  them so  Bret could hear
          what the Lord had revealed in this memory.

               "Holy Spirit, is  there more in this memory you want Phil to
          see and feel?" he asked.

               "Why did He let my dad die?   He took my father from me,"  I
          said aloud  as I felt the pain.    More hurt and pain tumbled out
          as we prayed  and the Holy Spirit  gently put his finger  on each
          wounded area of my life; dislodging them.

               "Lord Jesus," I heard Bret praying again, "is there anything
          else the Holy Spirit  needs Phil to see in the  painful event you
          have brought back to his memory today?"

               I waited for  a few moments but nothing happened.   "I don't
          feel anything," I reported.

               "Do you  feel blocked or  confused or like there  is perhaps
          something hindering you?"

               I said, sighing heavily, "I don't  know; I don't feel or see

               Bret said, "Do you mind  if we check to see if there  is any
          demonic activity in this memory?"

               "No," I don't mind," I said quietly.  After all, we had done
          this a  dozen times before  in previous prayer session  just like
          this one.  Now, however, I wasn't afraid of demons so it would be

               "Lord Jesus," he prayed, "we  need your help.  We cannot  do
          any of  this alone.  If there  was some demonic spirit oppressing
          Phil during this tender  time of his life, and  planting lies, we
          want  to know what  you know.   We refuse any  demonic spirits to
          speak other than what you allow them  to speak as Lord and Master
          of all principalities  and powers.  If  they break this rule,  we
          will turn them over to you to go wherever you might send them."

               I  saw, at  this moment,  a  demonic figure  standing by  my
          hospital bed.  He was dark as night and bent over at the waist as
          if he were bending  his head closer in  order to speak to me.   I
          felt the lies he spoke; I heard nothing.  I reported to Bret what
          I felt and saw.


               Before continuing, let  me make  a comment  about what  just
          happened.  I  do not always see a demonic presence in memories of
          which the  Lord  reminds me.    In fact,  I  rarely see  them  in
          memories at all.  In this case, and probably due to my young age,
          the Lord wanted  me to clearly see that the thoughts I was having
          were not mine but lies implanted in my thinking.  Years later, as
          an adult and in the ministry, I  would have all the same feelings
          coming out in  every day life  as current events tapped  into the
          lies and released the pain  and woundedness associated with those
          same lies.  Yet, I would be totally unawares of the source of all
          those negative emotions creating problems for me as an adult.

               I heard  Bret praying again  and asking the Lord  what other
          lies were planted into my thinking  at this time.  Tears came  to
          my eyes and I cried when I felt the emotions of the lie which was
          revealed by the  Holy Spirit.  "I  feel like God doesn't  love me
          for some reason," I said softly.

               "Holy Spirit, what is the truth you want Phil to  know about


               At  this point,  I  cannot  exactly  explain  what  occurred
          because  of the  tremendous power and  spiritual intimacy  I felt
          coming from the  Lord.  I actually figured the Lord would tell me
          the same  thing He  has often  said to  others with  whom I  have
          prayed.  He often simply says, "I love you," or something equally
          basic in nature.   You may know Scripturally  and doctrinally and
          theologically that  God loves  you  but when  He says  it to  you
          Himself, you  will never  forget the feeling.   However,  no such
          thing was  said.   In fact,  no words  were spoken  but a  single
          powerful impression came to me and I felt it on the inside of me.
          In my own words, this is what I felt the Lord was saying.
               "You are expecting me to say I love you from outside  of you
          but this is not the  way it works.  I am on the inside of you and
          I am love.   Therefore, because I  am in you, my love  for you is
          inside of you  where I am and  always present.  There  is no need
          for me  to speak of this love  outwardly because I am  in you and
          that is where you should look for it."

               Frankly, this made  sense to me.  I  never actually recalled
          my dad  saying he loved  me.  I'm  sure he did  but I just  don't
          recall  him doing so.   I always  knew my dad  loved me, however,
          without him having to tell me.  How did I  know this?  Because of
          how he treated me and talked to me and spent time with me.   Now,
          what the Holy Spirit was speaking to me about the love of God was
          being  intimately  revealed  to  me  in  spiritual  terms  and  I

               What I said  out loud to Bret  was nothing like this  at the
          time because I could not explain it until several hours later.  I
          still have trouble  explaining it because, as I  said, there were
          no words spoken and  I heard nothing.   What I felt in  my spirit
          was a  mingling or intertwining,  or a weaving  as if a  loom was
          being  used to create  a tightly woven  piece of cloth.   At this
          very moment,  I strongly  felt that  the Lord was  talking to  me
          about a new partnership He was establishing with me.  What I said
          out  loud  was,  "Something is  happening  theologically  which I
          cannot explain in  words but the love  of God is somehow,  and in
          some way, a part of me and inside of me because that is where the
          Lord said He is."

               He prayed and  said, "Holy Spirit, what do you  want Phil to
          do with these things you have revealed to him?"

               I simply prayed at that time and let the Lord take all these
          lies and phony emotions implanted into my thoughts.

               "What's going on now, Phil," he asked.

               I said, "Everything seems to be gone."


               The demonic figure  I saw standing by  my bed, as we  prayed
          and  the Lord  began exposing  his lies,  started to  diminish in
          size.  He  eventually shrank to something just  a few inches tall
          and he lost  all his form and  shape.  In fact, what  remained of
          him was something that looked very much like a scribbling child's
          doodling; abstract and made up of random lines.

               Then I spoke and said, "There's one thing left now."

               "What's that, Phil," Bret asked.

               "I feel lonely.  I feel all alone and by myself."

               "Holy Spirit, show Phil what you want him to know about this
          loneliness he feels," Bret prayed.

               At  that very  moment, the  memory picture  of being  in the
          hospital  and  laying on  my  back  instantly  vanished  and  was
          replaced  with another memory.  I was at the graveside service of
          my father.  I saw  myself and my mom and all the  other people on
          one side of the  casket.  On the opposite  side of the casket,  I
          saw Jesus.   He seemed  as if He  wanted to  say something or  do
          something but I couldn't understand what it was.  I also felt the
          anger firmly rooted in this memory and  that it had not come from
          the hospital memory at all.  I reported this to Bret.

               "Lord Jesus, what  do you want to do with  Phil's anger that
          he feels?" Bret prayed.

               "He  wants  me  to  give  it  to  him."  I  replied  without
          hesitation.  So I prayed and gave it to the Lord.

               "Holy Spirit," he prayed, "what is it now that you want Phil
          to know or to understand about this memory event in his life?"

               I laughed.

               "What is it?" Bret asked.

               "Well," I replied,  "I can see myself standing  on the other
          side  of the casket.   I  am smiling and  saying, "Can I  go play

               Bret laughed, too.  "Sure.  Nothing wrong with that."

               I  saw the  Lord still  standing  on the  other side  of the
          casket.  I felt He was saying, "Come with me."

               I said, "Come with you where?"

               Jesus raised in  arm as if  to say, "Follow me."   Instantly
          the memory  picture of the  graveside service vanished and  I was
          back at the home  where I grew up.  Jesus was  walking next to me
          into the field next to our home where I used to fly my kites.  My
          dad taught me how to fly kites in  that very field.  As we walked
          out  into the  warm  sunshine of  the  summer day,  I saw  myself
          carrying a red  kite and I saw another  kite flying high overhead
          and it  was red as well.   Although I  noticed it at the  time, I
          didn't understand about the second red kite in the sky until many
          days later.  The second kite flying  high over head had no string
          attached.   I remember  being puzzled about this  at the time but
          just dismissed it as unimportant.  Now I know the second red kite
          belonged to the Lord.   He needs no string when He flies  a kite.
          It was already in  the air to tell me His  kite always flies high
          and  never touches down;  no strings  attached.   Furthermore, it
          later came to  mind that my kite  was red just like  my Father's;
          Jesus.   We  shared relationship  now  in the  form of  spiritual
          intimacy that  passes all understanding.   The two red  kites, in
          other words, stood for mutual identity.

               As we walked, the man next to me was clearly Jesus  and felt
          like Jesus but he  also felt just like my father.   Yet I knew it
          was the Lord.  I reported this to Bret.

               Keep in mind that  what I just described was not  a memory I
          was seeing.   Additionally,  all my memories  and things  I sense
          when  I pray  are still  pictures,  that is,  nothing is  moving.
          Occasionally,  something  like  this  happens  as  I  pray  where
          movement  occurs.   I have no  idea exactly why  the memories are
          like  fixed snap  shot pictures  but  then occasionally  there is
          movement.    I personally  interpret  it  as  a level  of  deeper
          spiritual intimacy occurring because in every case, that's how it

               Bret asked me if we could return to the two memories to make
          certain  we haven't  missed anything.    I agreed  and there  was
          nothing remaining  in the memory  of the graveside service  I had
          concerning my father.  The hospital memory was different.


               The moment  I went  back in  my mind  to the  memory in  the
          hospital, I felt Jesus  standing next to me but did  not see Him.
          I also did not see my bed nor myself in the bed.   It felt like a
          large empty room.

               "I still feel  a little bit of anger left in this memory," I

               "Holy Spirit," Bret  prayed, "What do you want  Phil to know
          about this anger?"

               The feeling  I received as  an answer  is a great  deal more
          complex than I am  able to describe  but in my  own words, it  is
          something like this.   The Lord told  me that we are  friends and
          that sometimes friends have disagreements and  misunderstandings.
          Sometimes  friends will  even have  arguments  and become  angry.
          Again,  the  Lord said,  we  were friends  so  as far  as  He was
          concerned, the misunderstanding and the anger was over because of
          our friendship.   He made it clear in  my thinking that He wasn't
          upset that I was mad at Him at the time.  The feeling of being in
          a partnership  manifested in my  thoughts again and seemed  to be
          growing stronger.

               At  this point, the remaining feeling  of anger vanished and
          there were no  negative emotions remaining in that  memory in the

               After reporting  what I felt  the Lord was saying  about all
          this, Bret prayed again and said, "Holy Spirit, is there anything
          else Phil needs to know about this memory?"

               Instantly  I heard  the  words and  spoke  them audibly  the
          moment I heard them  because it was so  strongly stated, I  could
          not keep quiet.  I said, "I am not blind any more."


               Of course,  this can  be taken two  ways, or both  ways, for
          that matter.   The Lord  could have been speaking  spiritually or
          physically.   It  makes no  difference to  me how  you personally
          interpret what  I just said.   I know  in my heart, on  the other
          hand, what He was talking about.

               Again Bret prayed, "Holy Spirit, is there anything else?"

               I  spoke it the  instant I heard the  words; "We are leaving
          this place."

               "We are leaving this place?" Bret questioned.


               The reason he asked this question is due to the fact  I used
          the word  "we."  In demonic manifestation, it is common that they
          will speak in  the plural  because there is  often more than  one
          demonic spirit involved.   Also, it is very common  for demons to
          leave  on their own  when the reason for  their presence has been
          removed, that is, their implanted lies.  Sometimes they will even
          say they are leaving  out loud through the person's  own voice or
          they  will  say  this  in   the  mind  of  the  person  receiving
          intercessory  prayer.    Additionally, in  the  case  of multiple
          personalities, or Dissociative Identity  Disorder cases, the term
          "we" is  sometimes  used  by the  alternate  personalities  as  a
          collective statement.   Since I figured this was  what Bret might
          be thinking, I clarified what I said.

               "Yes, the Lord said, we are leaving this place."

               A final time,  Bret said,  "Holy Spirit,  is there  anything

               Again, the words came to my  mind instantly and I spoke them
          aloud.  "And we are never coming back."

               Bret said, "I know that is true, Phil."

               "Oh, really?" I replied.  "How?"

               "Because," he said,  "that is exactly what the  Lord said to
          me before you spoke it out loud."

               I laughed because  I have had the exact same thing happen to
          me as an intercessor when praying with others.

          *  Personal Comments

               Some people think this type of thing is still psychology and
          packaged in Biblical terms.   They will refer to it as regressive
          therapy, inner  healing, hypnosis,  suggestive imagery,  and some
          like to call this Psycho Heresy.  They never once consider  it to
          be what  it really  is and  that is  agreement of  two people  in
          intercessory prayer.  When I  am praying with people, sometimes I
          pray and sometimes I ask  them to pray.  What is going  on in the
          mind is nothing different than personal prayer that is  conducted
          silently.  If  you have never heard  the Lord speaking to  you in
          your thoughts, I would be concerned.  Why?  Because if you do not
          know His voice, as  He said we would in John's  Gospel, (see John
          10:4),  then you  will find it  less easy  to follow Him  as that
          verse proclaims we should  as His Sheep.  Additionally, if you do
          not know  our Lord's voice, how  will you know the  difference in
          your thoughts when He speaks to you compared to that of a demonic
          spirit's voice?  The truth is, you won't and you will be deceived
          if it is demonic in nature.


               I was  praying with a  lady one day  who was suicidal.   she
          admitted she  was hearing voices  as well and she  concluded that
          she had to be crazy.  Besides, it was what everyone else thought;
          including her own doctor,  friends, and family.   I asked her  if
          she wanted  to pray  and she said  that she did.   As  we prayed,
          exactly  as you have  read about in this  testimony, she began to
          experience blockage to her own thoughts.  This can only  mean one
          of three  things.  The  person is mentally  ill and literally  is
          incapable of focusing on certain thoughts, they are dissociative,
          or they are  being demonically influenced.  I asked  this lady if
          she wanted to find out the truth  and she said yes.  I prayed and
          in the name of the True Lord  Jesus Christ, I set down parameters
          for any demons that were present to follow.  I told them, if they
          did not obey the rules, I would immediately turn them over to the
          Lord Jesus  Christ.  The reason for this  is due to the nature of
          demonic spirits.   They love to play with your mind and they love
          to  sidetrack you from  finding out the truth,  that is, why they
          have the right  to be there  in that person's  life in the  first
          place.  If  you spend any other  time trying to debate  them, you
          will most likely be fooled.  Laying down guidelines or parameters
          for  them  to  obey  sets  the rules.    If  they  disobey,  they
          immediately are turned over to Jesus because He is their Lord and
          Master and they must obey Him and His Word.

               Once  this was  done,  I  asked the  Lord  Jesus to  pick  a
          spokesman, if there was more  than one unclean spirit present, to
          speak  and  to confess  why they  have  the right  to be  in this
          woman's life.  This is  a good idea unless you want to be talking
          with different demons  all day long.   Besides, we don't  need to
          talk to all of them  anyway.  A demon spoke in this  woman's mind
          and she told me what he said.

               To  make a  long story  short, the  Lord did  something very
          unusual for this lady.  When I asked her  what she was hearing in
          her thoughts,  she said, "Well, I hear two  voices."  I asked her
          what  one was saying.   She  said, "It is  saying I am  crazy and
          should be in the hospital to get  help."  I asked her if she knew
          who that voice was  and she said, "That's a demon."   I asked her
          what the other voice was saying in her thoughts and she said, "He
          is  saying, I am not crazy and He  can heal and He cares for me."
          I asked her if she  knew who that was and she said,  "that has to
          be the Lord."

               I said, "Can you see what the Lord just has done for you?"

               She said, "What?"

               I  said, "The  Lord  just proved  to you  that  you are  not
          crazy."  I said, "If you  were crazy, you could not have  told me
          the  difference  between  those  two voices  but  because  you do
          recognize the  difference, the Lord  showed you that you  are not

               This is why it is important that we hear the Lord as we pray
          and know  His voice.   Otherwise, we can  be easily fooled  in to
          listening to the wrong voice.

          *  Conclusion

               Following the  closing of  the  church I  pastored for  only
          eleven months, I began having anxiety and panic attacks.   Due to
          the manic depression, I found it impossible to work.  During this
          three year  period of  my life, a  good friend called  one night.
          "Hey,  Phil.  This is Bill.  I want  you to go with me to hear an
          evangelist speak at First Assemblies of God  in Aurora where I am
          a member."

               "When is  he going to be  there?" I asked;  thinking I could
          put him off week by week until he gave up on me.

               "He is preaching  tonight and he is  great.  I want  to pick
          you up tonight."

               I tried  getting out  of it  but Bill  was  so insistent,  I
          finally  gave in.   I had told  him no about such  things so many
          times before, I finally decided I couldn't say no any more.

               I cannot remember  this preacher's last  name but his  first
          name was Jim.  He was good and I actually found myself encouraged
          by  his preaching  that  night.   He  wasn't  the typical  pulpit
          pounding, overbearing yelling type of  preacher like I am, but he
          was good and I appreciated what he said.

               Of course,  there was an  altar call and about  everybody in
          the meeting,  including my  friend, when forward  for prayer.   I
               Bill  returned after  being prayed  for  and asked  me if  I
          wanted to  go  down for  prayer.   I said  I didn't  need to  but
          thanked him anyway.   We waited, for what, I didn't know.  I felt
          anxiety building and  tightness growing in my chest  and I wanted
          toget home. Yet,we sattheredoing nothingas othersreceived prayer.

               Probably thirty minutes  passed and my friend said, "Are you
          sure you don't want him to  pray with you?  Just about  everybody
          is gone."

               "Naw," I said; I'm fine.  Talk about lying.

               "Oh, come on, Phil.  What can it hurt."

               Bill knew  the depression  I had been  going through.   "All
          right," I sighed, "let's go."

               The building was almost empty and few people were left  as I
          was introduced to the  evangelist.  He took my hand  and said, "I
          bet I know what you want."

               "I  said,  "No, I  really do  not need  to pray  about being
          healed  and getting  my sight  back because  I have  settled that
          issue with God already."

               "Then what shall we pray about?" he asked kindly.

               "I said I was just having a hard time right now and was very
          discouraged."  What an understatement but this man was wiser than
          I gave him credit.

               He said, "I want to tell  you something.  The Lord is  going
          to call you into a deliverance ministry."

               I immediately broke  down and began to cry.   Barely able to
          speak, I  said, "I don't want  to be in  a deliverance ministry,"
          and I explained how I had been demonically attacked already.

               "No, no," he said.   "I'm sorry.  I don't mean that  type of
          ministry of casting out demons and all that stuff we  think about
          as Charismatics  and Pentecostals.   You are  going to  work with
          people one-on-one and  this will be something  totally different.
          You are going to be greatly  used by God in the new  ministry and
          minister to many people."

               We prayed and  I thought nothing  more about it.   I had  no
          idea what he  had been talking about until  nearly fourteen years
          later when his personal prophecy concerning my life came to pass.
          I am now  doing exactly  what he  said the Lord  revealed to  him
          about me.   If I knew the man's name and how to find him, I would
          love to talk to him and tell him he really did hear from the Lord
          that  night he prayed for  me and the  personal prophecy the Lord
          gave him for me has come to pass.

          *  Final Remarks

               Now, where are you in God?  Do you feel his love?   When you
          pray, are you  aware of His  presence in your  life?  What  about
          those thoughts in  your mind?  Why aren't they  in agreement with
          God's Word?  Could it be that you, too, are believing a lie?  Let
          me suggest that you go back and read this testimony again and you
          will see yourself, in some way,  in my story.  Then pick up  your
          telephone and call me.

          Safe Place Fellowship
          Phil Scovell
          Denver, Colorado - Mountain Time Zone
          Web:  WWW.SafePlaceFellowship.COM
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