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| Stock Photo- Kay's Hotel is to the left of the giant blue tower. |
The event today was full of maybe 300 youth- I didn’t count, but the massive auditorium was pretty full. Along with the GOV Team, I was able to speak (Using a translator) to the youth about my testimony and share with them about the chains that hold you back. Looking into the future, would you wish you had a chance to be free? Lying on your death bed as an old person, would you have traded it all to just be free from the addictions of pornography? The regret of Abortion? The shame you hold onto?
The entire night had an underlying theme of freedom, and let me tell you, after we were done, we had the chance to pray for anyone who wanted it. I prayed for a number of people who wanted to dedicate themselves to purity or break the chains of pornography. One man I prayed with got pretty intense! I had him show everything in the light- I told him that nothing will scare me, that your in a battle and need someone to fight with you… He told me 2 things, and I wrapped his hands in a chain from my wallet, symbolizing his addiction that is holding him captive.
I realized as I started praying that I loved this guy! He wanted more of God, and the freedom that He only gives. I told him that when you want to, take off the chains and drop them on the floor, just like you leave those 2 things here, they are off you and wont come back on, because it was YOUR choice to let those chains on you and it’s YOUR choice now to take them off and give them to God and run free for the first time in years. So after saying that I prayed an intense prayer that I never even heard before, doing massive warfare for this kid, he started crying, still holding tightly to those chains, feeling their grip, identifying their hold on his life. I saw him uncoil the chains on his hands and prepare to drop them, and during my prayer, unaware of when he would drop them, I heard the familiar chain sound hit the floor, and just then he was physically knocked back by the presence of God, coughing a deep, phlegm cough that resonated deep in him about 4 times (he never coughed before or after) but I kept him up because I wasn’t about to let my battle partner fall. I continued in prayer as he stood like a piece of human jelly, obviously what was in him was defeated and gone, I prayed that the Lord would fill him, fill the areas that were torn out, making him a whole being, one who could find himself strong, and fight.
After the prayer, his eyes glazed over, he simply said “Thank you Tim” and I quickly said “Dude- thank God!” and he closed his eyes and started worshiping without a second thought, I gave him a hug shortly after and said “Breathe the free air again” and gave him one of the many coins that my dad gave me to hand out to the youth over here, as a reminder of what happened today, your choice, and that God madly loves you. The rest of the night I saw him on the floor, worshipping and soaking in Gods presence.
***Thank you God for your freedom and acceptance, the pure love that you have for us that everyone needs to experience more than just words on a page, but the room filling presence of God through a simple choice of letting go, and letting God. Amen.***
Just before the night was over, I had the privilege of talking to a mom who had a daughter and a son (Both kids over 20). The son had a girlfriend who got pregnant, and her parents forced her to have an abortion. Devastated, the Son now has depression and bouts with suicidal thoughts.
The mother who was telling me all this told me that everyone was in the Philippines and needed prayer, and wondered if… (as she slipped out a tape recorder) …you could pray for my son?
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I’m not going to lie, I was like “Long distance prayer! SWEET! Reach out and touch someone!” but I knew God was up to something, and He was.
I began praying for the son, his broken, bleeding heart, healing, etc… It was pretty stereotypical until God moved upon me to tell the mother during the prayer “Tell your son you love him” and she said it about 10 times, being more emotional each time, then slipping in “I’m so proud of you, my son” nearly holding on to me because she was pouring into her son after I did, but little did I know it was God’s turn… and I’m getting misty eyed just thinking about this, but God showed me his aborted son, alive in heaven, and I told him that! I said as I quickly bursed into the sobbing tears where you cant speak, but managed to brokenly utter:
“Your baby is in heaven, looking at you…”
“Saying: “Daddy…”
“I love you”
“I cant wait to see you”
“…Daddy”
"I'm OK, don't be sad, I'm OK"
In the middle of me saying all of that I was weeping over the tape recorder, holding the mother, weeping together, praying for healing…
This went on for 10 minutes of recorded prayer for her daughter, the family, everything. And I KNOW FOR A FACT that as true as God was moving through me during all that prayer, lives will be eternally touched because of listening to God and obeying Him.
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Do you have any chains that hold you back? Maybe it’s addictions, mistakes, or regret, or anything for that matter! Make a choice to let it Go, Find someone you trust to help you break the chains that hold you back from living a life of physical and eternal freedom, Choose.
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