Because of so much negative stuff on Facebook’s newsfeed, sadly some abusive stuff from Christians who don’t seem to be able to disagree without abuse (a few ‘friends’ deleted!), I decided to set up a specific Facebook group – which glories in the name ‘Healing’s real because God’s real!’ which is by invitation only and is solely to do with the goodness, power, and miracles of our amazing God. It’s all testimonies of God’s wonderful ability to heal and do miracles.

The testimonies do appear on the newsfeed, You can read the stories here: https://www.facebook.com/groups/1179568635712083/

It’s been a little while since the last blog, but perhaps with what is happening worldwide with Covid19, it’s understandable there are no ‘trip’ reports! In fact, with churches having been closed for 4 months, there are not any preaching engagements in the UK, so no testimonies about people healed or saved.

There has been time to read and pray – pray for the desperate situation so many nations are in including our own – and there HAVE been numerous opportunities to pray for people over the phone, or via Facebook Messenger/WhatsApp, and I try and take all of those if I can. It’s wonderful to see/hear about God healing through the media. I’ve preached a few times using zoom, so I’m not losing my touch completely (if I ever had ‘touch’!).

With all that is happening worldwide – Black lives matter, Covid19 rampant in the USA, South America, and even Victoria, Australia, there is so much to pray for. So many people I know are experiencing very real attack from Satan – physically, emotionally, financially – in fact most areas of life – we really do need to see the power and presence of the Trinity invading earth.

It’s been a real thrill to pray for a number of people either with COVID, or showing symptoms, and knowing God’s healed them. Praying for people ‘blind’ – not seeing them or having an arm around them – is more of a challenge, but God is no one’s debtor. I love being with people as I pray, but COVID has other ideas!

Among other things, God has healed various infections, osteoarthritis, a stroke victim, plus a number of others in process. I’m looking forward – if it’s possible to go by then – to be in Colombia at the end of October.

On a personal level, this year has been exceptionally tough, as the enemy’s attack has been relentless – as it has for the past 2-3 years, and – thinking about it – the last 20 years or so! In a way, it excites me because clearly he doesn’t like what God has in the future for me post-COVID.

Physically, it’s been difficult as I have steroid injections into my knees every 3-4 months (I’ve been advised not to have replacement surgery as I had the DVT in December and, 5 years ago, the pulmonary embolism and blood loss is too great a risk) but having had one in September, the next scheduled one was cancelled because of COVID, and I’m now waiting for an appointment with the doctor – so about a year on from the last one. Needless to say, my knees have been noticing the absence! I’m also waiting for an appointment for a steroid jab into my wrist as that’s exhibiting osteoarthritis too – I really need a God intervention! Seeing hundreds of pairs of knees healed does cause me to ‘enquire’ of God from time to time about mine…!

Fortunately, the wrist that is presenting problems is my right, and I’m left-handed, so it’s not as difficult as it might be! Nonetheless, it is very painful, so the quicker I can have some treatment the better…

I’ve been ‘threatened’ with a diagnosis – yet to be confirmed – that I have an aortic aneurysm, so the enemy has been working overtime on my body. I’m still believing that God will heal the whole lot, and while I’m waiting for that, I have every plan to get going again once countries open and airlines fly! It’s a bit of a problem getting to Colombia right now with the country closed and the airline still grounded.

It’s been perhaps the toughest year in other ways too: financially, Brexit and COVID have caused a substantial loss in support as people have justifiably (in some ways!) worried about the future, and two long-time supporters have passed away, and they were among my ‘mainstays’ in terms of amount. Throw into the mix the loss of all offerings from churches as there haven’t been any meetings since March, and it’s put immense stress on my finances.

I’ve been blessed by being able to be a lodger with friends in Welshpool – what I thought would be a month in an Airbnb (lethally expensive!) and a month with these friends, as I was praying that money pledged to me to get a house would arrive like last September. I can’t go into the reasons why it hasn’t arrived (though it will!) and maybe I’ll be able to explain one day! It’s a foundation in Australia helping me, and right now I’m thinking that God had a reason for stopping it in the summer last year, as he seems to be saying that, having been here a year it’s time to move on again. God always surprises me with where – when it was time to move in 2006 I wasn’t remotely thinking of the USA: when I returned from the States, Northern Ireland wasn’t on my radar but I ended up being there 9 years. Then I’d got a few places on my own radar for 2019 but God said – for a short time – Kent: and then, to my surprise, Welshpool! Until here, I’d always lived ‘on the edge’ of counties and countries, and it seems that the next move might well be ‘in the middle’ too – possibly Sheffield. I wasn’t expecting to move on, but the long delay in getting a home – which is pretty essential after a few years (it’s 37 years since I last had a house, so it’ll be a real ‘crash pad’.

My ‘stuff’ has been in storage in a garage for over a year now, so I’m not sure how that will be when it’s unloaded! I’m truly grateful for a place to have been able to stay for this length of time, but praying for the sake of my hosts, and me, that the enemy will be forced to get his chains off of the provision.

Money to live on is a different issue, and I’ll need to be massively in faith for paying the bills on a house when I move into one, as well – as always – the fares and costs of travelling to do what God has called me to do. There are many that think there’s going to be an increase in what I see God do, and what I do, so as well as provision, I need a fairly extensive healing blessing from God!

No one really knows what will happen to airfares once regular flying is available again, as so many airlines have have cut their fleets extensively. So I have many unknowns to budget for without being able to budget!

I’m longing to get back to being with people again to minister to them, I’ve missed it so much as I’m a people person and love people – and while media is a substitute of sorts during this unreal time in human history, Lord let me get back on the road.

Not so long ago, I was in University Hospital, Cali, Colombia, to go ward to ward praying for the patients. Began in the men’s terminal ‘medical’ ward, a wonderful place to raise MY faith and save the lives of lots of men.
In bed 1 was a man so emaciated, and grey skin, not the lovely olive colour of most Latinos, he looked like he was in a coma or at least deep sleep, even dead. These were men with few days, even just hours to live.

I sat on Rafael’s bed (a scrap of torn paper with his name in felt pen at the top of his bed, and heard my mum whisper from 6000 miles away – Paul, it’s filthy, you’ll catch so many diseases. When you get back to the apartment burn your trousers!!!) and gently put my hand on his shoulder to wake him if he WAS only sleeping. He opened his eyes, looked surprised to see a gringoe (any foreigner in Colombia is a gringoe!) sitting on his bed.

I said to him that he didn’t look too good (wouldn’t have blessed him to say you look like death warmed up!) that I was Paul, and I’d love to pray for his healing because I love Jesus and believe he’s the healer.

He told me he’d only got a very few hours to live from what the doctors said, I heard myself say ‘no problem’! (whaaat?? am I out of my mind?).He told me that in the past he’d been a Christian, but backslidden became an alcoholic and drug addict, and lived on the streets for the last 7 years. Because he’d backslidden, he said he didn’t deserve to be healed. I told him that that sort of comment wasn’t in my Bible, and Jesus loved him, and his honesty.I told him about Jesus, healing people, and telling us that by putting OUR hands on people and they’d get well too.

So what’s wrong, Rafael? ‘I’ve got bowel and anal cancer’ was his answer – it shocked me as at that time I’d never come across anal cancer. He was wearing a little short nightshirt, and before I could stop him, he SHOWED me the effects of anal cancer… I still have the picture in my head!

I told him that maybe laying hands on his afflicted part would be ‘difficult'(!) and as I put my hand on his shoulder, he laughed at the hands on the anus comment – dying, 2-4 hours to live, and still a sense of humour…

The moment he laughed, he shouted. ‘I’M HEALED, I’M HEALED!!’ and pulled up his nightshirt both to have a look AND show me (thank you so, so much, Rafael!!). Needless to say, it had a huge impact on all the dying patients around him, especially the doctors and nurses! They kept him there another day or so to check up on the miracle, and then – as a street sleeper previously – WENT HOME to live with his sister who’d previously disowned him.

I was sitting on the bed crying like a baby…

There were about 50 men in that ward, most of them dying, and everyone was healed except one.

That ONE was the only Christian in the ward. I asked if him if he wanted God to heal and he shouted ‘NO!’ Rather taken aback I asked why. ‘I’m angry with God because he didn’t let Moses into the promised land!’ Absurd reason! I said to him that when/if he got to heaven, ask Moses if he’d had swapped or exchanged going into the promised land, or being glorified with Jesus in Matthew 17…

The damage a religious spirit can do to you…

I find it, even now, almost unbelievable that 37 years ago, through prayer from Ian Andrews, that God has used me to see increasingly wonderful miracles as well as a myriad ‘less’ amazing healings. I’m one of those people who’d have said ‘God can’t use me, I’ve nothing to give, a no one, shy, lonely, and from age 12 (1964/5) to 1987 was ‘pew’fodder’ and always would be until I got so bored I’d give up forever. Then life changed, I owe so much to Ian, Jackie Pullinger, and China for that. Meeting ex-dead ladies in China was significant (meaning they were no longer dead – I shook hands with them and hugged them). Then my life really began, and I could never be a pew-filler again, I’d die if church was all I had… and church without being able to use the gifts of the Spirit…

When I was in High School, I ran on the cross country team.  I had been running competitively for only 2 years, and only in track and field, so this was new to me.  Towards the end of the season, I had worked my way onto the varsity girls’ team and was slowly climbing the ranks.  At one of the last races of the season, I felt my right knee start to have intense pain.  I was benched after that race, and could only ‘run’ on the elliptical machine.  My season was over.  I went to a doctor to try to figure out what was wrong with my knees and was diagnosed with patella tendonitis and lateral insertion of the patella tendons.  Essentially, the muscles around my knee caps were not strong enough to hold the tendons in place, and so they were flexing over the edge of my knee cap when I walked or ran, and would get inflamed.  I lived with the pain in my right knee for three years before I met Paul Bennison.  I was attending a Young Persons Discipleship Training School in Perth, Australia in January 2003 when I met Paul.  At that point, I was struggling to go up and downstairs, and could not walk without significant pain in my knee.  I had discussed with a doctor that when I returned back to the States, that if there was no improvement, that I may need surgery to correct the problem.  Paul came and spoke about healings and miracles, and was a vessel for the Lord to open my heart to hope for a miracle.  At the end of the week, Paul met one-on-one with each student and gave a word from the Lord.  After my first meeting with him, I felt such a burden to have him pray over me again, and also to pray for my knee.  The second prayer totally unnerved me.  He spoke God’s love into my heart, and then prayed for my knee.  I felt a burning sensation all over my knee, and couldn’t even get out of the chair. The sensation lasted for about 3 minutes, and then slowly faded.  When I was able to stand again, I knew the Lord had healed me.  It’s been 10 years now, and I am still pain-free!  Praise the Lord!  Paul Bennison boosted my faith, and inspired me to trust for a miracle.  I now have a burden in my heart to pass along the amazing gift the Lord gave to me to others who struggle with knee problems.  I have seen a handful of healings over the same problem I had in the last 10years.  I am so grateful to Paul for inspiring such faith!

“On March 8th at Seaford, following the evening meeting, Paul asked for people to go forward for prayer. Paul was already praying with someone next to him, so I sat quietly beside Paul and waited.  He turned to me and asked me to pray for the person with him.  It seemed the most natural thing to do and as I extended my hand to pray, before I said a word, I felt all the pain leave my body.  I did not realise how much pain I had been in – back, arms, shoulders, legs, hips and feet.  Paul then prayed and sealed the healing work of Jesus in my body.”   John Kennett, Fresh Springs Christian Fellowship, Seaford.

O meant to tell you. I met Diane who used to be at the Green and we were talking about you – you may remember her because she was due to go Into hospital for an operation on her shoulder the next day and you prayed for her. When she went to hospital the surgeon said there was no need for an op but if she had any more trouble, she could ring him straight away and he would fit her in. That was 10 years ago and she hasn’t rung him yet!.

Be encouraged!

Yvonne

With the prophetic words of GOD i received before i meet you, with our prayers (church of Lisieux and yours) we have the miracle !

Gabrielle (the little girl of 3 years old in the same class of my son Ilan) is healed ! Gabrielle was healed from cancer Franck, Aude, Ilan and Debora – DIPPA PRISO Family Lisieux

Today a very dear friend of mine from Sweden posted the beautiful ‘Blessing’ song on Facebook – in Swedish. It’s really lovely, especially as Sweden is high up the list of my favourite countries, and a wonderful place to go.

On the video, there are many churches named that I’ve had the privilege of preaching in, and praying for people. And quite a few people I know singing on the video.

On my first visit I was in a lovely church in a city, Vasteras, and it was a great meeting. I had a good friend, Heidi, with me, a very prophetic young woman with a healing gift, too. There were three men at the front in wheel-chairs, very clearly stroke victims. I’ll be honest, at that time I sued to leave people in wheel-chairs to the end in the hope that everyone else would have gone home or someone else would pray for them (!)

This night I knew I had to go to them first, and knew which one should be first. I held his hand as he was unable to shake hands, introduced myself through the Swedish translator, and asked his name. ‘Jose Luis’ ‘That’s not a Swedish name, it’s Latino’. ‘I’m Latino’ he replied. ‘Where from?’ ‘South America’. I said that was a big continent(!) -which country? One in the north that’s very dangerous, foreigners don’t go there. I said that could apply to most Latino countries, which one? Colombia? ‘Yes, I’m from Colombia’. I was there 4 weeks ago. You were in COLOMBIA? Yes. Which part are you from – by now I was speaking some Spanish to him…. ‘the south, a city no one goes to as it’s far too dangerous’. That covers a few cities! – Buenaventura, Medellin, Pereira…. ‘You know those cities?’ Yes, but I think you come from Cali. ‘You know Cali?’ Yes, I was there 4 weeks ago! ‘ Which part of Cali are you from? ‘The east’ – I said the east was pretty big, was it Agua Blanca? ‘You know Agua Blanca?’ Same answer again… Yes, I go there often. What street in which district are you from? Turned out I’d stayed on one street and he’d lived on one that joined it at right angles! His face was a picture, you could see in his face faith rising because God had clearly put us together.

I asked him if he wanted to be healed (!) – he did – so I suggested he get up out of the chair. I didn’t feel with what God had done ‘surreptitiously’ that I needed to pray: his withered bent left arm straightened, and his right arm which was completely still in his lap both moved to the arms of the seat, and unaided he got out of the chair. It was incredible. His wife and kids were laughing and crying, Jose was laughing….

The next guy spoke good English – Tony – same condition as Jose: what do you want God to do for you? ‘I want what he’s just had!’ nodding towards Jose, who was now walking out of the church. So I said ‘Well, get up and be healed in Jesus’ Name’ – which he did, instantly! To say he was over the moon would be an understatement – the same as me!

The third guy, Peter, was the same – what do you want God to do for you? It must be getting easy for you after those two! His answer was like a kick in the stomach. ‘If I’m healed and get out of my wheel-chair, will I lose my benefits?’ I told him that doubtless he would – but at late 30 years old, he’d have his life back.

‘Please don’t pray for me’. You could have knocked me with a feather. Who would prefer benefits to miraculous healing? It didn’t take the joy of the first two guys away but it made me realise – as I had previously – that some people DON’T WANT to be healed. They come forward for the attention, maybe, but I know quite a number of people who’d prefer to use the excuse of illness or disability than be blessed by God and healed.

It’s one of the things I ask God about before I ‘waste time’ praying for someone who doesn’t want what God wants to give them. It’s sad, but true. Many others got healed that evening in Vasteras, so it was a great evening, but I’ll never forget Peter….

Back in the early 1970’s, when I had just become a Christian, two or three men had a major influence in my life – Clive Calver, though who I was saved; Graham Kendrick, who’s love, patience, and spiritual insight got me set free from a lot if the past; and David Pawson, a Baptist Minister then unlike any other I came across in years. His Bible teaching provided a foundation for my faith that I still live with today.

In the seventies, I began working for Youth for Christ in my spare time, in East Sussex, and organised among many other things, a monthly charismatic teaching evening as many of the village churches had no input on anything to do with the Holy Spirit. I approached David with fear and trembling as he was SO well known, with such a worldwide ‘famous’ teaching ministry. Never dreamed he’d come to Pilgrim Hall in rural East Sussex to speak to 300 people!

He did. Regularly. As a result we became friends, a friendship that strengthened and bonded in 1981 when British Youth for Christ organised a controversial nationwide tour, ‘Let God Speak’ where David spoke 32 times in 36 nights about hearing God’s voice and what he was saying to the church. It was incredible.

Why we grew so close is that I was his driver for the tour – from places like Inverness to Plymouth to Belfast to Cardiff – all over the Uk. Sitting in the car with him, I just soaked up what he was saying, and when he wasn’t saying anything just soaked up the presence that was around and in him.

Another tour on the ‘Normal Christian Birth’ followed, and I was with him again. At the end of 1983 I left Youth for Christ and went for a period of study time at Roffey Place Christian Training Centre. David was one of the main lecturers during the first term: it was amazing stuff.

It was also funny, because he was so well known and so well read, at coffee and lunch breaks all the students wanted to ‘corner’ him and pump questions into him (maybe some wanted to disagree but I don’t think so!). My little students’ quarters was close to the lounge, so David would come to my room to hide, and we’d just chill, relax, and laugh.

David said back then he got asked by a lot of young people ‘how do I speak in tongues’ and David was happy to admit he didn’t have an easy answer. So I said I could help him – just get them to say certain phrases over and over, quite quickly…. ‘Like what?’ he said.

‘Make mine a shandy’, ‘Must have another rubber dinghy’, ‘She came on a Honda’ – and many other stupid phrases – by which time David was roaring with laughter, got out his notebook and wrote them down, saying he’d use them! I often heard him say them in sermons after that, still laughing, but finding that it was a great tool for unlocking people’s fear of speaking of tongues!

He wasn’t JUST a great Bible Teacher either: he had a lot of words of wisdom, knowledge, and prophecy, which I was to benefit from early in the 2000’s. I needed advice on a critical issue, so phoned him to ask if I could go and see him. Never dreamed he say ‘yes. come tomorrow, but don’t tell me what the issue is’.

When I arrived, we sat in the lovely living room overlooking the duck-pond in his garden and he said, ‘God’s shown me 8 things’ and then went through them. He’d got the whole story from the Lord, and said ‘Paul, you’ve got to leave (church name) immediately before it crushes you’. Needless to say I resigned that night from the church!

David was a gentle man – but when he had words that were hard, it was still with gentleness but in reality there was no way you couldn’t act on them. I have many of his books, CDs, tapes, which will stay with me forever.

A wonderful man, a blessing to heaven following his promotion there yesterday, and the loss of a loyal friend to many here on earth.

(This was also posted in a more limited form on Facebook)

With the ‘justified’ fear (among non-believers, surely, and not believers?) surrounding Covid19, I’m grateful that when God called me to do what I’ve been doing for the last 41 years, he removed those fears from me. Four people have been healed of covid over the internet – I wish it was 400,000 but we’re not allowed out, or into UK hospitals tp pray….

What do we have to fear if ‘no weapon formed against us will prosper? If God is our shield and protector? If he watches over us so that nothing will happen to us that will take him by surprise? I grew up knowing those truths – and many more – from the Bible, but have to say I didn’t ‘live’ them – believe them.

I’d give my right arm (though it’s not working too well at the moment!) to get into hospitals to pray for people dying with Covid – in many places over the last 30 years, it’s been my real delight to sit on beds in hospitals with people dying with even more contagious diseases, and see them healed. When God told me that I’d heal the sick ‘in the four corners of the earth’ in 1986, I was terrified. Even a cold was beyond my faith.

But something happened in my spirit when I started to be confronted with countless people with AIDS, TB, leprosy, some diseases in Africa and India I’d never heard of, and somewhere – without really realising it – the truths of the Scripture took root in me and fear disappeared without me realising it.

We HAVE THE AUTHORITY of God, the authority and COMMAND of Jesus to lay hands on the sick and they’ll be healed. Often it doesn’t even need a prayer – in David’s case – further down – it needed a hug and some love.

I’ll never forget Sandra, in hospital in Cali, dying with AIDS at 25 years old, and she was being disconnected from her oxygen tank within 2 hours to be sent home to die. I sat on her bed with a wonderful lady. Glenda Eddis, from Bangor, NI, and we hugged her as she was terrified of the tank going, and dying. Within a few minutes she was running around the ward shouting ‘I’m healed, I’m healed!!’ – while Glenda and I sat and sobbed our hearts out….I’m only sad I never got a picture of Sandra….

But I did get a picture of this gorgeous little jet-black haired fella – no name when we met him, dumped at birth, aged about 4-6 months… TB and AIDS, never named, never hugged… he was so gorgeous I couldn’t help get him out of the cot, and name him – David, a man after God’s heart – and pray. Two days later he was adopted, healed, and with a family.to love and care for him…

And Dennis, in Romania, 30 years ago, with AIDS, and TB, found at 3 weeks old in a shoebox under a hedge, his nose eaten off by rats…. He was healed and looked after by a lovely Christian young woman, Lily. God had his hand on Dennis from conception, I know it, and only through God could a newborn have survived 3 weeks in a shoebox in a field without milk and love and care…Lily loved him back to full life, and people in England helped raise money for a series of prosthetic noses to be given to him – one at the age in the picture, one at about 8-9, another about 16 years old, And a diet of high protein yoghurts and other food for years that were unaffordable to a young Romanian…

As Christians, we have nothing to fear. Disease,death, betrayal, …and I’m grateful that, from a pretty ‘ill’ family, God’s removed the fear of ‘catching’ disease and replaced it with a passion to see incurable diseases healed….

It doesn’t make me immune from being ill: but osteoarthritis isn’t contagious – I just got hit with it by the enemy. Faith trumps fear every time: fear makes us vulnerable and the enemy loves the wrong sort of vulnerability….

The Battleground of the Mind
You will remember that the location where Jesus was crucified was called Golgotha, which means “place of the skull.” If we will be effective in spiritual warfare, the first field of conflict where we must learn warfare is the battleground of the mind; i.e., the “place of the skull.” For the territory of the uncrucified thought life is the frontier of satanic assault in our lives. To defeat the enemy, we must be crucified in the place of the skull. We must be renewed in the spirit of our minds!

Once we become blessed – consumed – by a vision from God, we enter a realm of battle with Satan and his miserable demons that we’ve never encountered before. But if we are truly serious about wanting to honour Jesus for what he’s done for us and see His Kingdom come and His will be done, then we’ll get a vision of what God wants to do with and through us. Vision is something that grows, evolves, increases – as does the opposition from the enemy! Our ‘problem’ is that WITHOUT vision, Proverbs 29:18 says that ‘Without vision the people perish’ – not just the world, who we fail if we don’t live in vision for the Kingdom and revival, but US, too. There are so many ‘churchians’ or ‘Christianised’ people populating our churches who think being a Christian is JUST Sunday morning’s meeting. Or in these ‘Coronavirus’ days, the YouTube/Zoom/Skype ‘meeting’. Without a vision, people are doomed to wander aimlessly.

I grew up in a very quiet (shy) Christian home – my dad and mum were saved at a Billy Graham crusade meeting at Haringey, North London – and went to a Baptist Church in Walthamstow, close to where we lived. Because I was born very sick, doctors recommended that my parents moved out of London to the coast, where we went to another very evangelical church in Eastbourne for many years. I had no concept that God had a plan for my life, and truth be told, I was a ‘pretend’ Christian until I was confronted – in a different church (that my friend Andy & I had gone to because that church had young ladies which an Eastbourne Baptist church didn’t in the late 60’s/early 70’s. didn’t have! It’s amazing how the Lord ‘leads’ you, huh??!! ) by an evangelist, Clive Calver, who saw straight through me and my fake faith.

It wasn’t long before I gave my life to Jesus, by which time I realised just how boring and unsatisfying my Christian life had been. Then vision started to arrive from God – though I argued with God about it as it meant quitting my (then quite successful) career in a bank – so reasonable salary, subsidised mortgage, good pension (though I hated the job!). The argument lasted 5 years before God won, and in 1979 I went full-time with Youth for Christ. (No salary, massive mortgage, no pension!). I knew God would win the argument, but I was persistent! What developed rapidly was that my life went from boring with no vision to challenging, enjoyable, and with a vision that began to grow and grow.

Of course plenty of people told me I was mad to walk away from a good career. But the ‘career’ I’ve had for the past 41 years has been phenomenal, taking me all over the world (literally) – 110 countries (much the paranoia of my mum while she was alive, she was convinced I’d get some dreadful disease or die from something I ate!

Would I have seen tens of thousands healed in England if I’d stayed as a bank clerk? I doubt you need me to answer that one. Would I have seen limbs grow from nothing, cancers disappear, leprosy go, AIDS removed from a large number of people, and four people raised from the dead? I doubt it very much.

So much of vision-less Christian life is down to fear. I remember when I got my first invitation to travel – to Ghana – I was terrified. Even after travelling to some very (in my mind, and in reality) risky countries, and been unharmed and not been ill, when I was invited to Colombia in 1996 I was more terrified than ever. But I went – and it’s now my second ‘home’ (maybe even in my mind, my first home) and I love it with a passion.

I remember many years ago asking a ‘strong’ pastor to go with me to an African nation. No fear was his response, I won’t like the food. And the creepy crawlies. So I asked him to go to Colombia. No fear, I might get kidnapped, shot, the food, and creepy crawlies…. Where would you go then? Australia was his reply. Where they happen to have the 10 most dangerous snakes and 10 most dangerous variety of spiders! Fear stopping vision.

Yes, sure, there’s danger. Sure we’re not going to fall in love with all the food (cat, dog, snake, cow’s lips, cow’s intestines, and one or two (or more!) things in India wouldn’t make the gourmet list in London restaurants.

Vision might NOT take to China to eat cat and risk arrest, or India and risk Delhi-belly. It might take you to your town centre to approach people and ask them if they need prayer, or become a preacher (which is pretty daunting when THAT call comes!).

What I can almost certainly guarantee is that you appear in the cross-hairs of Satan’s binoculars, and you will come under attack. I think it was A W Tozer who said,

“if you haven’t met the devil today, chances are you and he are walking in the same direction”. Of course, Jesus said it, too. “In this world you WILL have trouble, but don’t be afraid, I’ve overcome the world”/

And with vision you attract the devil’s attention. But the Bible is a book for visionaries – No human being can exist long without purpose; neither can a people group. Vision is almost as essential to human existence as oxygen. Without a vision—people are doomed to wander aimlessly.

Pastors can be more focused on people showing up in church sitting in every service, than being focused building them, encouraging them and sending and releasing them into society to change the culture around them. We are moving from church to kingdom. Jesus Christ, our Apostle, was SENT to earth to change and transform all things through Him laying down His own life, and to reproduce Himself through sons and daughters becoming apostolic in their mindset.

God wants a people whose lives are dedicated to bringing the Kingdom to earth – ‘Your kingdom come, your will be done, ON EARTH as it is in heaven’. And who want to see revival come through the persecution that follows

“Never underestimate the power and anointing that grows in a man or woman who is wholeheartedly pursuing the Lord.”
Graham Cooke

Since I last wrote here, about being ‘Under Attack’, the whole world has come under attack! The enemy has launched a broadside at our planet that could never have been foreseen, and as far as I’ve heard and read, nothing has affected so many countries, in such a short space of time, nor brought so much worldwide fear.

It’s not specifically a spiritual attack, as it’s not solely targeting Christians,but the attack is very much affecting Christians as there’s now no chance of meeting together. Where we’re at in a way is where the Israelites were at after the plague – and Coronavirus is without doubt a plague.

Much is being written and broadcast about Corona so I don’t plan to, other than to pray for people who have lost family members, and others who are currently victims of the disease.

Could it be that God hasn’t intervened in stopping coronavirus because he wants those of us who claim and own his name

The parallel in Scripture is when the church was dispersed after the plagues – are we in a similar situation as churches are forced to disperse and meet using zoom or skype or meet alone or as families in homes? Some of that might be answered dependent on how long the limitations are put on the population

What is evident is that Satan has launched all-out war against the planet, there has been nothing so widespread like this since the Second World War. Assaults like Corona instantly bring fear for many people, including Christians despite what Scripture says so often ‘do not fear’. Jesus said so often ‘don’t be afraid’ many times, chastised the disciples for being afraid. We know the spirit realm is real, and even though we don’t (often) see angels and demons.

Walking through the valley of the shadow of death is vital in developing our character, authority, and spiritual power, Paul talked of sharing in the ‘fellowship of Christ’s sufferings’, (Phil 3:10), and Psalm 116:15 ‘Precious in the eyes of the Lord is the death of his saints’.

This is a word given to me recently, but in many ways – in part – it applies to us all. Just stand.

Paul, Ephesians 6:13 says to “stand in the evil day”. I felt the Lord saying that you have been in an evil day. At times like that the Lord does not require forward movement from His servants but simply to stand on Him. Do not be tempted to compare your present circumstances to past seasons of success. As Christ did in the wilderness (into which the Holy Spirit led Him by the way) simply stand. The blessings come after this season of standing on “It is written” with the ultimate “get thee behind me, accuser and slanderer”. All my love and appreciation, Michael

Great preacher and writer Tim Keller has been speaking to Premier about the pandemic. Founder of Redeemer Presbyterian Church in New York – the worst hit place by the pandemic so far, Tim believes it will be hard to pastor when the virus is over, with a large of percentage of congregations out of work, or having experienced devastation, or even got used to ‘doing’ church by YouTube or Zoom.

“I think that almost all churches and non-profits are going to be in a position where there’ll be more to do but there’ll be less financial resources…that’s going to be a problem for ministry leaders everywhere in the country and in the world.”

He compared it to the attack on the Twin Towers and the aftershock then: “After 9/11, which had a huge impact on the city in a way you didn’t see in the rest of the country or the world, it took several weeks at least for us to figure out at our church ‘what does this mean for us in the future?’ We can’t go on with business as usual. We have to find out ‘what is God calling us to be?’ and it can’t be the same. I think that will emerge and I don’t think it’s easy to tell.”

And yet the opportunities to share Jesus will be incredible. I’m frustrated that ‘getting at’ people suffering is impossible, as Jesus heals. Yes, there’ll be opportunities to pray online, but there’s nothing as effective as face to face and arm around someone. Jesus never said ‘lay your hands on the sick and catch what they’ve got’ – but laying hands on a tv screen has only worked once to my knowledge with a friend, Dennis, who was healed of chronic ME.

I love to sit with people, even if only for a few minutes, get to know them, identify and empathise with them, and then see God do a miracle. People will seek God – and are seeking God – as a result of corona, but meeting together, however small the group, is much more effective and relational.There will be zoom, skype, and You Tube fruit, though…!

I’m looking forward to being back ‘on the road’ and back in planes going to people and seeing the miracles first hand. What I do feel is the enemy is going to regret coronavirus – while he might be thinking now he’s winning, his victory is going to be short lived and the Kingdom of Heaven will be extended exponentially, if Christians are willing to sustain the workers.

My own personal income continues to fall – not hugely now like at first as it was very close to Brexit when corona ‘broke’ – but having put my faith in God’s provision 41 years ago, I don’t have any other option now – and DON’T WANT any other option than God providing through his body. At 67, and with gammy legs, and currently with one arm(!!!) I’m probably not terribly employable.

Church, if we want to capitalise on Satan’s ‘mistake’, those of us in ministry need you more than ever. I’m praying that the pandemic will be over in time to go to Colombia in the summer, and then make up for lost time from then on!

I’d value prayer for the provision of a home – the enemy’s stuck his grubby little mitts in the provision of a house, and as a result, my life has been on ‘hold’ for the past year. I’m so grateful for the lovely hospitality I’ve had here in Wales since last July, but I do need my own place, and my home needs to be set free from it’s ‘garage’ prison where it’s been for a year too! If it has survived the Welsh winter rains! And I’m praying for an increase in regular support to replace what I’ve lost – with no church meetings (and so no offerings!) I’m ‘down’ about 50-60% since the start of the year. Bless you!!