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As we focus our heart, spirit, soul, mind, and body the whole person on His manifest Presence, we become oblivious to the natural physical world around us. The key is where your focus is — on the things of God or on things of this world. Bible reading and prayer are not enough. We must take time alone with Him, not asking for anything but more of Him, more of His fullness, more of His Presence in our everyday lives. God releases power through us as we dwell in intimacy with Him. The natural outworking of His Presence is miracles.
How to Soak in God's Presence How do we "soak"? We soak like a sponge. Put a dry sponge in a bucket of water and slowly the water permeates the sponge. This is the same as soaking in God's Presence. The more we soak, the more we become filled with His Spirit. I'm often asked, "What do you do in your time of seeking His Presence?
In my life, it varies from time to time, but the basic components are as follows: First, I go into a private room, lock the door, and get on the floor before the Lord. It doesn't matter whether you sit or lie down.
What's most important is the attitude of your heart. Second, I repent of any sin in my life and I receive God's forgiveness. Fourth, I do the vital prayer of Romans that has transformed my life: " This creates more of an expectancy and awareness of His Presence as I relive these times.
Fill me with more of You. Then, I get quiet and that's when I begin to hear His voice. Many times, I begin to have visions and supernatural experiences. The key here is learning to wait in solitude. I cannot overemphasize the importance of waiting on the Lord until I experience His manifest Presence daily.
I don't come out of that private room until I have experienced His Presence. During our soaking times, we position ourselves to receive impressions, nudges, quiet whispers, pictures, angelic visitations, and supernatural revelations. Here is a partial list of what to expect: — Dreams Job ; Genesis — Visions Daniel ,9; Acts — Trances Acts , — Out of body experiences 2 Corinthians — Angelic visitations Luke ,; Acts — Being transported in the Spirit Acts Experiencing the true intimate Presence of the living God will radically change your life.
People describe His manifest Presence in different ways. To some, it is heat, electricity, or shaking. To others, it is lightness, peace, or weeping. Experiencing the manifest Presence is not the goal but the gateway to the supernatural realm. It's the beginning. We go into the spirit realm where we can see Him, hear His voice, walk with Him, and be empowered by Him. Isaiah says God "acts for the one who waits for Him. That experience was like reliving the book of Acts again and again.
I saw all kinds of miracles happening around me, and then, the first person I prayed fora lame man walked away healed! I subsequently prayed for another man in the latter stages of emphysema and also with a hearing problem. God immediately healed the man's lungs and he no longer needed a hearing aid. Returning to the states I was pumped up and excited about all that the Lord had done. Yet, in time with all the rigors of pastoring, the memory of what God had done in South America faded.
In , I went on another Global trip to Brazil and again, the Lord opened my eyes to the realm of the miraculous. In fact, this trip went to a whole new level in God.
But the same thing happened when I returned to the states, everything faded. When a third Global trip came about for June , I was finally able to talk Kathi into going. She agreed reluctantly but after the money came in for her ticket, 28 The Prayer she was committed. The trip was only a month or so away and now we had missed six weeks of paychecks. Kathi felt guilty about going and wanted to use her trip money for paychecks. Between the struggle with finances and all the church departures in April and May, I didn't even feel like going myself.
How could I be of any value feeling as low as I did? What help could I be? How will I be of any use on this trip? Should I go or not? How could I help anybody when my need was so great? Then, unexplainably a resolution began to grow in me. I was desperategreat need or notI had to have a touch from God myself. Somewhere along the way, my prayer changed.
It went from telling God how I felt to making a request. I want to see things from Your perspective. I want to see angels I want to see into the realm of the Spirit," I prayed.
It was a little prayer of desperation prayed by a man who was helpless without God. Yet, it was destined to radically change my life. I had hit rock bottom and something had to change.
I had never felt such desperation for God. Life would never be the same again. It would not be the same for me, or Kathi, or those whose lives we would be able to touch. God would soon be walking into our lives with great power. Everything about us would be differentforever. The angels are nearer than you think.
It was during one of those days as we traveled down a bustling Brazilian highway from Petropolis to Volta Redonda that I recognized Randy Clark was conducting an interview with Davi Silva, a worship leader with Casa de Davi, traveling with us. Davi had been healed of Down's syndrome when he was six years old and has been caught up before God's throne on eight different occasions. He has experienced angelic visitations on a regular basis, and Randy was asking all kinds of questions about these visitations.
I was glued to their words. Sitting across the aisle from Davi, I tapped him on the shoulder when his conversation with Randy ended. Davi doesn't speak English but he seemed to grasp what I was saying. He reached over and placed his left hand on my right hand. When he did, my hand started having an unusual tingling sensation. He left his hand there for the longest time, never really saying a word.
I wasn't sure what was happening although I felt an impartation taking place I didn't fully understand. Davi was standing there, so I gave him a hug. When I did, the Spirit of God came over me and my knees began to buckle. Tears began flowing down my cheeks. An American who has lived more than twenty years in Brazil as a missionary, Mike is both a gifted musician and minister of the Gospel. What can I do? I was puzzled. I thought, "What does that have to do with it? We're talking about eyes, our ears, our mouth, our nose and our hands.
It's a matter of giving them over to the Lord. I realized our five senses are the entry points and the access points 32 "Up Is Better These are also the very places for the Holy Spirit and the power of God to be released in us. The problem is we're yielding our five senses in the wrong areas and not to the Lord.
That very afternoonbefore the meeting where I had my first angelic visitationI took out my Bible and read Romans God, I give You my whole being. I withhold nothing from You. Everything I have is Yours. Everything I am is Yours.
I give it all to You. I lay my life on the altar before You. I yield myself totally and completely to You Somehow I felt I had connected with God's heart. The worship at the service was simply awesome.
It was what I'd call "off the charts". The place was electric with the Presence of the Lord. It was while I was worshipping with my hands raised and praising God that He began to speak to me. It was a dusty, dirty concrete floor. I didn't really want to take my shoes off. I continued worshipping. A few minutes later, the Lord spoke again.
I'd better do this. It was a small act of obedienceobedience in something that seemed insignificantthat set the stage for the miraculous to follow.
God requires obedience in the small things before He will entrust greater things to us. I honestly believe that what followed would have not happened if I hadn't obeyed the Lord in taking off my shoes. As I looked up at the worship team, the Lord opened my eyes and I saw two Brazilian dancers with three angels dancing around them. Right behind them were two more dancers and three angels around them. On the other side, there were individual dancers and each one of them had a big angel arched over them.
The angel followed the dancers' every move. I surely didn't know what it was going to be like. They appeared in a white transparent color.
I could see their form and what they were doing. There was great brightness to their appearance and I noted they each had wings. As a natural response, I looked up above the platform and it was just full of angels and they were all worshipping the Lord. Light danced and swirled about them. There must have been a hundred of these worshipping angels. They were singing, playing instruments, and dancing.
The worship was reaching a level of intensity that I hadn't experienced before and the Presence of God began to fill the auditorium. Standing there with my hands raised worshipping the Lord, I suddenly began to feel myself somehow expandinggetting both bigger and taller.
I felt 15 feet tall. I found myself looking down at everybody worshipping the Lord. Then, I started going upwards, leaving the floor and also my physical body behind.
I was not aware of my physical body or any physical limitations. It was as if my physical body was nonexistent. I went higher and higher into the peak of the tent. I was floating there in the top of the tent looking down over the worshipers.
Fear jumped on my insides. Somehow I was resisting what God wanted to do and immediately I started to descend. Realizing what had just happened, I cried out, "No, Lord, forgive me, forgive me I found myself looking down over part of the city and I could see the top of the tent glowing with the Presence of God.
I was not living under the bondage of a physical body. It seemed as if I was living in a limitless state not bound by time or space. It was an incredible feeling as though nothing were impossible. Really, no words can adequately describe what that truly felt like. Somehow I had zoom vision and could see right through the tent. There was a divine radiance at the top of the tent.
A big hole opened in the tent's roof and I saw people worshipping the Lord and the glory of God being poured out in that place. Then, fear nailed me again. I have always been one of those guys who likes to have everything under control. I like to have all my ducks in a row, and I don't like to get out of my box. Only now, I was way, way, way out of my boxout of my comfort zone.
Again, I was resisting what God was doing, and I started back down. I realized He would only take me as far as I was willing to allow Him, but I was the bottleneck.
I put the brakes on. I was the one who would determine how far I went with Him. Because of insecurities or a fear of the supernatural, I had somehow drawn a line in the sand with God. I came all the way down just inside the tent.
My head was right in the top of the canvas. A sense of regret came over me. I honestly believe I could have gone all the way into God's throne room if I hadn't resisted. It was much like the experience of the prophet Ezekiel in only going part way to God's throne, " He didn't go all the way They seemed to be a mile long as I stretched them through the tent into the sky.
I began to cry out to the Lord. He was full-bodied and wearing a robe.
His hands were extended out as my hands were turned up. He took my hands and held them tightly as if to say: "I'm not going to let you go. I didn't find myself turning away from His face. I was glued to it. Yet, His features seemed to be hidden in the brightness of His glory.
When He took my left hand, it was a strong grip. My left hand began to burn in a little spot that got bigger and bigger until the whole palm of my hand was on fire.
I didn't know if I could take it any more with the power and Presence of God working within me. At that moment, He released me back into my body. Having been in the Presence of the Lord, I virtually exploded when I came back , into my natural physical body.
It seemed my body could not contain my spirit after such a heavenly experience. The shock of coming back into my body catapulted me backwards as if I had done a backward swan dive.
I hit three rows of chairs and then the concrete floor. Nobody caught me. It was as if I had landed on a bed of feathers. I didn't feel a thing.
For about an hour, I lay mute on the floor. I couldn't move, not even a muscle. I had no understanding of what had just happened to me. I felt so little and insignificant in the presence of such a holy God. I just want more of You I want more of You.
I could hardly speak. If I had, it probably wouldn't have made sense to anyone. I was still trying to grasp what had happened. I felt physically drained and emotionally depleted. The prophet Isaiah described himself as "undone and ruined" after he had seen the Lord Isaiah That comes very close to what I had experienced. Kathi was bewildered at what had happened to me.
We went back into a room for refreshments after the service but I could hardly talk. People were asking me questionsnonstop. I was crying, virtually incoherent in speech and still shaken from my experience. I didn't know if I could find the words to explain what had happened. The next morning I was dragging around as if I had been in a drunken stupor the night before. Somebody would have to take my hand and direct me to where we were going.
One of the women in the team came up, looked me in the face and asked: "Gary, are you okay? Are you okay physically?
It is an awful condition to be satisfied with one's spiritual attainments God was and is looking for hungry, thirsty people. Shortly afterwards, Davi Silva walked up and sat down one seat over. He smiled at me and then placed his hand on my left shoulder. When he did the power of God surged through me and I fell like a dead man on the chair between us, trapping my arm between my chest and the chair. Several guys saw my predicament, moved the chair out of the way and laid me down on the floor.
Again, I couldn't move. It seemed as if my body weighed ten tons. I felt like I was being pressed against the floor. All the while I was crying out, "God, I want more of You I want more of You I want more of You". By this time, the worship team was up ministering, and I could see them on the platform. All of a sudden, the picture changed before me and I didn't see the team any more.
Instead, I saw a golden path coming down the aisle and leading up some golden steps onto a gold platform. Above that, there were more steps to a higher gold platform. The throne was a large ornate chair but I saw nobody sitting in the chair.
But neither the scepter nor the throne drew my attention. The Lord was my focus, and I could see his whole torso. He didn't appear in the robe I had seen Him wearing before but it appeared to be some kind of pants.
A divine radiance or a divine light was emanating from His head to His waist. It is nearly impossible to describe how bright and how penetrating the light was. It was so bright it could pin you to the wall with its clarity. The brilliance of the Lord's appearance agreed completely with the words of Mark , "And His garments became radiant and exceedingly white, as no launderer on earth can whiten them.
I honestly felt this was the end. There was no way I could survive this. In fact, I thought maybe I had died and gone to heaven. It was that real. At that moment, I came back to myself writhing in agony on the floor. Kathi got scared looking at the terror in my face.
I was twisting in anguish with my arms around my midsection. My mouth was open trying to scream but no sound was coming out. I was in torment. Terror flooded my being. Don't even look at him. They could have hardly known the reason for my terror and agony. I had become acutely aware of my sinfulness in the Presence of a Holy God.
Lord, I just want more of You I lost all sense of time. I was later told I had been on the floor for two hours.
Since I couldn't walk, two of the team members, Chuck Snekvik and Marcus Morris, helped me up and walked me outside for some fresh air.
They were literally holding me up by the elbows. Later they brought me back inside where Kathi and I took an empty seat on the back row. Randy Clark was preaching about a time his mother was taken up before the Lord. As he shared, the Presence of the Lord flowed over me like bolts of electricity going through my body. I was shaking and trembling so much I could hardly sit in the chair. I felt I was about to explode on the inside as he preached. I began to relive all these experiences that had just occurred with being taken into God's Presence.
I was so shaken by what had just happened it seemed too soon to even talk about it. I needed to "process" it before I told anybodyeven my wife. I continued vibrating under the Presence of the Lord.
As I looked up, I saw a big angel standing beside Randy as he preached. The angel would lean down and whisper into Randy's ear, and then he would start preaching under a heavy anointing. Unquestionably, everything Randy was preaching was coming straight from the mouth of God. I was again shaking and trembling intensely.
It was as if I was hearing the voice of God speak through Randy in a way I had not heard His voice before. Kathi began asking again about what had happened. I could just barely speak but I finally said, "I'll tell you but promise me you won't tell a soul. Finally, Randy sent word that he wanted me to come up on the platform and assist him during the ministry time. I didn't know if I could walk that far I felt so weak and wasted.
The same two guys, Chuck and Marcus, volunteered to get me down to the platform. I had prayed for a young man on the way to the front and the Presence of the Lord overwhelmed me again.
Even though the building was packed and running over with people, the fellows were finally able to get me into a chair at the front. By this time, I could barely stay in the chair where I sat with my arms bent over and my hands dragging the floor. Obviously, I was in no condition to do what Randy had just announced. I was still trembling and vibrating as they picked me up and carried me onto the platform.
Randy walked over trying to get me to explain what had happened, but I couldn't speak. Finally, he called Kathi forward. Kathi took the microphone and then suddenly remembered she'd promised not to say anything. She came over and asked if it was okay to tell. Since I was shaking so vigorously with my head bobbing up and down, she took that as a "yes".
As she began to tell what had happened to me, the Spirit of God fell in that place. People were crying out; others were falling on their face in repentance. Tears were flowing. Some were getting healed. God was doing a spontaneous, yet miraculous work in that church. Finally, Randy said "I want all the pastors to come up because I want Gary Oates to lay hands on them and pray over them. I couldn't get my hands off the floor.
I had no strength in my hands and I couldn't stop shaking. I was bent over with my chest on my knees. I couldn't even straighten up. In truth, I couldn't do anything at that moment. Randy instructed my two helpers, Chuck and Marcus, to lift my hands and lay them on each pastor's head. The first pastor walked up to be prayed for. Seeing me bent over in the chair, he got down on the floor and crawled to a place where my shaking hands could be placed on his head.
As soon as my hands touched the pastor's head, he went out in the Spirit. The ushers dragged him off and brought another pastor forward. Again, the same thing happened. He crawled underneath my hands and went out. The same happened to every pastor in that line. I felt absolutely stupid. I'm an introvert I don't understand this stuff but I'm just yielding to You.
I want You to do whatever You need to do. After each pastor had been touched, the two team members went off to pray for others and I ultimately just fell out of the chair onto the floor. I was stretched out on the floor for some time when I overheard Kathi's voice praying for people.
I can't move it," I slurred. Taking matters into her hands, she grabbed my left hand, placed it on the baby's head and prayed. It wasn't that I didn't want to pray.
I was having a hard time thinking, much less praying.
My right hand was extended outwards. I couldn't move my hand but I felt people touching it, and then I felt something wet and oily in my hand. With all the strength I could muster, I was able to move my head to a place where I could see my right hand. I was shocked at what I saw! A man poured a bottle of anointing oil on my right hand, got on his hands and knees, did a headstand, smacked his head down into my hand and rubbed it around. When he finished, another man came and did the same thing.
In hindsight I realized it was not about me; it was about the Lord. I had never seen such hunger in the hearts of people that they would do such foolish things themselves. Yet, I was merely a contact point, a conduit of what God was doing. Finally, I was able to get myself into a sitting position on the floor. I grabbed onto a chair and ultimately seated myself again.
People saw me sitting up and came forward for prayer. By then, I could raise my hands up enough that I could actually lay hands on them and pray for them.
Then, the Lord nudged me to stand up and minister to the people. I resisted temporarily but a divine energy came into me and I stood upright. I began praying for people and a long line formed. Almost everybody I prayed for indicated they were healed.
They manifested the Presence of God so strongly with many of them falling down. All kinds of healings were taking place without any effort on my Part. I knew it was truly a ministry of the Holy Spirit. The reality of that invisible dominates the natural world we live in The place was overflowing with people, and as a result, the ministry team had to take seats on the huge platform.
While we were worshipping the Lord, Davi Silva motioned to the drummer, Lucio de Paula, and he began something like an impassioned drum solo. The drums kept building and building in intensity. Goose bumps broke out on my body. Standing there in the midst of this drumming, the Lord spoke to me "warfare". Then, He said: "Open your eyes. It was the first time I saw them in an appearance other than a milk-like transparency. Their appearance was so vivid and distinct.
It was almost like seeing another person but not quite. These were war angels wearing pewter-looking armor and carrying two-edged swords in their hands that were just glistening.