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Fathers Gift to Sons

by | Sep 18, 2021 | Missions Articles

I remember a few years ago, I think three or four, when I was listening to preachers speak of the power of God. Thinking to myself that I could not possibly do what they have done. Live how they lived. Or believe how they believed. But I couldn’t leave myself there. In that place of disbelief. More so it was about seeing people suffer and not being able to do anything about it. That’s probably how I found myself at this school that specialized in teaching about the supernatural power of God. That heart wrenching pain is how all of this started. All of the wonderful life changing encounters from then that I’ve seen know have stemmed out from a heart to see people healed and encounter love. However, I was missing something extremely vital to begin walking in signs, wonders, and loving well. This was something I couldn’t forge myself or create, it was something that had to be handed to me from someone else’s life.

“As a son or daughter of the King, you don’t pray for authority you pray from it,” said Bill Johnson as he was teaching our class that day. Then he proceeded to share a story of praying for someone and commanding the pain to leave that person’s body. And sure enough. It did. But for me to do that…uhhh I don’t think so. Although my heart was burning through my chest to see that happen through me, but there was a definite gap between what he was doing and what I was. About a hundred rows of seats and a large stage gap in an auditorium that seats over 2000 people. Yeah. Gap.

But God. Always gotta love those “but God moments.” It just so happened that a friend of mine came up to me the very same day that Bill spoke. She approached me right at the end of the day and we chatted for a brief few moments. As the conversation was beginning to come to a close she remarked that she has had pain in one of her knees and asked if I could pray for it. “Of course!” Was my response, although not thinking much would happen. Then I laid my hand on her knee and said, “In Jesus name, I command you to be healed and for all pain to leave.” Ooops. That wasn’t supposed to come out like that. Then I started watching my friend walking around, then jog, and even jump on her bad knee. Either she liked antagonizing her pain or something good was ACTUALLY happening. pain free. As the sheer joy and excitement started drawing itself over my friends face there was with it a sense of awe and wonder as my friend began running in circles. The pain was gone. Free of a knee pain but moments she had before. As those words even began slowly creeping out of my own mouth I knew that it was by grace that I even had spoken them. That was not me, nor something I have ever prayed before then. It was almost as if in that very moment of praying, I zoomed outside of myself as that prayer slipped out and thought, “Oh no Josh you aren’t praying that. Ohhh boy. What if this person doesn’t get healed. You will definitely look stupid. And they will walk away still as miserable and hopeless as they were before.” But by and through grace, grace spoke through me not only to heal the person in front of me, but to teach me power was something everyone could walk in.

This grace was a grace that was imparted. Something given from one generation to another. Taught from one person to another. It was Stewarded. Fought for. Something that was cherished. What Bill fought for himself, personally, he taught freely and imparted freely. It reflects the wisdom from the story of Isaac, Esau, and Jacob when it was time for Isaac to give his blessing to his eldest son. However, each son knew that when Isaac was going to declare his blessing it would radically shift the future of the son who it was spoken over. Now Jacob, through cunning, went to his blind father disguised as Esau and the father Isaac blessed and spoke words over the future of Jacob. Words! These simple utterances from the mouth of a forefather that had authority transformed Jacob from just a son to a person who would be later recognized as a nation! This is marvel! The marvel is that fathers and mothers have authority to transform children into nations. But if the impartation of blessing is not passed on, it will be lost.

This is how families steward revival. It happens when the people who have fought for revival, prophesy their blessing onto the upcoming revival. There have been many revivals of the past, but how many can you name that were passed on through the next generation? Who knows, maybe your next prophetic blessing will transform the destiny of a person into a nation!

By: Joshua Densmore

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