The Healing Room ...
I made another visit to Lionheart's worship center Thursday night. (As I said before, I discovered that the Healing Room is separate from the worship center.)
As I was entering the building, I glanced into the windows where I caught a glimpse of people praying for someone in a room a couple of weeks before; however, no one was in the prayer room when I entered the building.
I made my way into the worship center, stopping to pick up the stapled pages of prayer requests before moving to what has become my "usual seat." The seat is in an area where there is an open space before the next section of seats. I enjoy the freedom of having a place to kneel or lay in prayer without having to worry about what is in front of me. Again, on this night, there were only two or three other people there besides the worship group and sound man.
I made my way through the pages of prayer and eventually entered into a movement of the Spirit in worship. At one point, I sensed (was it a a vision?) someone approaching me from behind and putting their hand on my shoulder. It was so real, I almost turned around to see if someone was there.
Just as during my previous visit, it was a refreshing experience of worship in the Spirit. I was in the worship center perhaps 30 minutes or so. If it were not for being on my dinner break, I would have stayed longer.
I walked from the worship center into the lobby where four people were seated, chatting. I asked them if they were part of the Healing Room, and when they replied that they were, I simply said, "I'm in need of prayer."
I was handed some forms to fill out, which was a little bit different, I might add. However, when I read the forms I understood the reasoning: There are obviously people who would sue as a result of prayer, claiming that they stopped their treatments, etc., and were not healed, or some other reasoning. What a world we live in ...
After filling out the forms I went back into the worship center as I awaited my turn in the Healing Room. While praying, I sensed someone come up and and then felt their hand on my shoulder. This time, it was one of the prayer warriors.
We went into the room and one of the four prayer warriors (I believe his name was Joseph) did most of the talking as we discussed my medical concerns. He also explained how they would pray for me and asked if it bothered me if someone prayed in tongues, to which I replied that it did not. There was some more discussion and the prayer session then began. It lasted for perhaps 10 or 15 minutes and was a holy time. Before I left, though, one of the others (I believe his name was Wayne) said he felt pressed to pray for my eyes, and he did.
Walking to the car, I had a familiar sense of fullness.
And I was glad that I had come.
As I was entering the building, I glanced into the windows where I caught a glimpse of people praying for someone in a room a couple of weeks before; however, no one was in the prayer room when I entered the building.
I made my way into the worship center, stopping to pick up the stapled pages of prayer requests before moving to what has become my "usual seat." The seat is in an area where there is an open space before the next section of seats. I enjoy the freedom of having a place to kneel or lay in prayer without having to worry about what is in front of me. Again, on this night, there were only two or three other people there besides the worship group and sound man.
I made my way through the pages of prayer and eventually entered into a movement of the Spirit in worship. At one point, I sensed (was it a a vision?) someone approaching me from behind and putting their hand on my shoulder. It was so real, I almost turned around to see if someone was there.
Just as during my previous visit, it was a refreshing experience of worship in the Spirit. I was in the worship center perhaps 30 minutes or so. If it were not for being on my dinner break, I would have stayed longer.
I walked from the worship center into the lobby where four people were seated, chatting. I asked them if they were part of the Healing Room, and when they replied that they were, I simply said, "I'm in need of prayer."
I was handed some forms to fill out, which was a little bit different, I might add. However, when I read the forms I understood the reasoning: There are obviously people who would sue as a result of prayer, claiming that they stopped their treatments, etc., and were not healed, or some other reasoning. What a world we live in ...
After filling out the forms I went back into the worship center as I awaited my turn in the Healing Room. While praying, I sensed someone come up and and then felt their hand on my shoulder. This time, it was one of the prayer warriors.
We went into the room and one of the four prayer warriors (I believe his name was Joseph) did most of the talking as we discussed my medical concerns. He also explained how they would pray for me and asked if it bothered me if someone prayed in tongues, to which I replied that it did not. There was some more discussion and the prayer session then began. It lasted for perhaps 10 or 15 minutes and was a holy time. Before I left, though, one of the others (I believe his name was Wayne) said he felt pressed to pray for my eyes, and he did.
Walking to the car, I had a familiar sense of fullness.
And I was glad that I had come.
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