"Heck yes, God. Let's get wild"

"You know that pain in your back? Let's get rid of it." 

And God said, "These 35 people have been praying for the past 3 hours, getting right with me and with each other. When do you think a better time will come? Do you really think there is a better set of circumstances for this? They're ready, you're ready...it's time for you all to try this out together."

So I did it. I asked the group to gather around me and pray for my back. I had about 35 pairs of hands on my back and Shea said, "I want you all to pray louder and harder than your neighbor." And when they all started at once, I was blown away. These kids were real, and they were going at it with everything they had. 

I laughed. I couldn't help it. I was so happy and so filled with joy about what was going on. It wasn't crazy nutter laughing. It was just the laugh of someone who was so happy that they couldn't help but giggle. 

They stopped praying and I thanked them. My back still hurt, but I wasn't giving up yet. Maybe it'll just take a few minutes. And I prayed. "God, if you only take away this pain tonight, that would be enough. If it comes back tomorrow, it's okay. But let me be able to tell these people that when they prayed, you answered. And I walked around a little bit, and Shea talked to the group.

And after about 5 minutes, it was all gone. I mean...gone. This was burning, radiating pain for 3 days. Gone. I was so pumped. I told the group that it was gone, and I think they were pumped too. 

What a night. It had happened. The Holy Spirit thing had happened, and it was so awesome, and it wasn't scary at all. It wasn't even really all that weird. I actually told my chiropractor in NH about the back pain part today. Turns out that I had a rib that had popped out of alignment with my spine. She popped it back in. I should've still had pain this morning when I went to see her, but I didn't.

I got my wave. I'm not so scared anymore. My question of the Holy Spirit is no longer, "How?" but "so...what's next?" The devil may have gone down to Georgia, but Jesus certainly went to Kentucky.