COME AND WALK ON THE WATER WITH ME
Peter said to Him, “Lord, if it is You, command me to come to You on the water.” And He said, “Come!” And Peter got out of the boat, and walked on the water and came toward Jesus.
It was Sunday morning and revival was in the air. I had just returned from Rockwall, Texas and rumors had already been spreading. “You know pastor has been to ‘those’ meetings and I heard he has been laughing”. Now that would be a sign and a wonder, I had a reputation of being rather serious or let’s say “intense”. People who had been away from church for awhile showed up that morning, if for nothing else, they wanted to see me laugh. The service got started as usual, but normal was about to go out the door. As I began to go to the platform I could hear the Lord gently saying to me, “Come on and walk on the water with Me.” In just a moment of time, the atmosphere in the room distinctly changed. I knew what this was, this was the presence I had been enjoying all week in Texas, now that very same presence was in my church. As I began to speak that morning, it was all I could do to tell about what had happened that week, as I tried to tell my story, the joy began to well up inside of me until it exploded, like a levee breaking before the flood waters, the joy began to flood the room. All over the building pockets of laughter began to break loose until the whole church was overcome with the sounds of joy and celebration. All I could remember was Isaiah’s word, “With joy you will draw waters from the wells of salvation.” The joy of the Lord was visiting New Orleans, the Holy Spirit was in the house.I managed to get through something like a message and gave a salvation altar call and people were responding and giving their hearts to the Lord. Afterwards, I began to have a prayer line and prayed for people to receive a touch from the Lord. The Lord began to visit people as many fell to the floor overflowing with unspeakable joy. We were at the beginning of something that would redefine our lives and the future of Victory Fellowship, permanently. When we left the service that morning, many people were still on the floor, “under the power of the Holy Spirit”. Actually, to my surprise, some were still “out” 6 hours later when we returned for our Sunday evening service. I had never seen anything like this, we had fallen right into a revival. As of this writing, 17 years have passed. Many of us who experienced history that morning are still captivated by His love. What can I say, God came down and this “intense” preacher could never be the same. Did the people get what they came for that Sunday? Yes, I think they did. 17 years later I am still laughing and doing my best to walk on the water with Jesus.