Chapter 96

     ShareValue had been negotiating to purchase a local telecommunications company, and the owner invited me to Dallas to attend a Telecom Technology Show.  We drove down in their van to Dallas and stayed in a hotel in the city’s downtown. 

     The morning of the third day of the show, I woke up with the Holy Spirit telling me to go to Dealy Plaza that day.  An urgent request.  I asked for directions and headed off.  I knew I was getting close when I turned a corner and right in front of me, pulled up to the curb  was the Presidential Limo with John F. Kennedy, Jackie Kennedy Onassis, Governor Connelly, and his wife along with the Secret Service Agents.  The actors were prepared to start shooting a documentary on the assassination of President John F. Kennedy. 

     Getting to the plaza, I found a place to sit and watch the filming.  I spent the whole day watching the limo drive by as they filmed it from different angles about twenty-five to thirty times. 

     This was my first visit to the plaza and there were guides telling their views on what “actually happened” on November 22, 1963.  None of them believed Lee Harvey Oswald had ever fired a shot. 

     It was that by the end of the day that I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that the Zapruder Film had been altered and Lee Harvey Oswald had not fired a shot.

     My back was against the wall as I stood in the middle of a small auditorium that probably held a capacity of about two hundred or so.  The people were coming in and taking their seats.  All I knew was that a prophetic word had gone out that a revival was about to occur. 

     Suddenly I was at the podium as if to speak.  Everyone had been seated and were patiently looking at me to begin.  I asked the Lord, “What do you want me to say?”  He instantly responded, “Ask everyone who would like to see an outpouring of the Holy Spirit, to raise their hand.” Almost everyone did. 

     I asked again, “What do you want me to say?”  

     He instantly responded, “Ask everyone who would be willing to share their faith, to raise their hand.”  

     About two thirds of them raised their hand. 

     I asked again, “What do you want me to say?”  

     He instantly responded, “Ask everyone who would like to pray with one hundred percent faith to raise their hand.”  

      Maybe one in five raised their hand but most looked doubtful and a bit confused obviously doubting it could happen. 

     I asked again, “What do you want me to say?” 

     He instantly replied, “Tell them I need them to do me a favor.  Stop lying to me, only pray what you actual believe, and let me grow your faith.”

      I did say that, and the dream ended. 

     A group of us had been helping a family from the church move and as we finished up, I asked a couple of them if they would like to get something to eat.  They informed me that they were planning to go pray for Jim, who had been in Lori and I’s first home group, as he was in the hospital in a coma, and not expected to make it through the night.  I asked if I could go with them. 

     When we entered the hospital room, the second heaven opened up and Jesus was standing at the bottom of Jim’s bed.  I took this as a good sign and approached the bed to the left of Jesus.  I looked to my left and in the window sat three dark spirits.  One had what looked like a document. 

     The bigger of the dark spirits looked up at me and screeched, “This is my contract.  I have executed it before on his father and I am here to execute it again.”  

     I turned to the Lord and asked, “What do we say to him?”  

     He replied, “Tell him the contract is paid in full, and he is here collecting illegally.”  

     I knew instantly he was referring to being covered by the blood of Christ, due to Jim’s faith in Jesus.

     The dark spirit screeched, threw the contract down, and in a puff of smoke vanished.  Then the other two did the same. 

     A hand touched my shoulder and spun me towards the door.  I looked just as Jesus said, “It is done, thank you for your help.”

     The next day I heard that Jim had come out of his coma and that afternoon they released him from the hospital. 

     The next Sunday, Jim came up to me and thanked me for praying for him.  I asked him if his father was alive.  He told me he had died years before, but no one knew what had caused his death.  

     I then told him what the dark spirit had said about having collected before on his father, but that Jesus had told me what to say and the dark spirits had vanished in a puff of smoke. 

     He thanked me again and I was glad to see him doing well.