It’s been raining for seven days. Two years ago, I played the song, “Let It Rain. Open the Floodgates of Heaven” on my piano for two months. I played it when I woke up, on my lunch break and when I came home from work. I played it so much that it literally rained on
Seven years ago my sister, Chrissy, and I prayed one wild prayer. At the time, she was moving to Redding, California to start the Supernatural School of Ministry at Bethel Church. I was dissappointed that I couldn’t go because I was hungry for the supernatural things of God, and it seemed like all the good
Shmita, blood moons, Rosh Hashanah, Yom Kippur, Jubilee, and oh the market crashing. Am I missing anything else? If you engage in all the potential craziness that is predicted to happen this month you might get cracked out in fear, build a bunker and never come out, and that’s just a terrible way to live.