As I was praying, I saw hands washing a green pot. All the nasty dried food inside was being cleaned out...

The other morning, God showed me a big heaping bowl of Kasha, with a spoon in it... (It tastes like Provision.)

Who knows what a Stylite is? Anybody? (I'll bet John Wollwerth knows.) The Stylites took the asceticism to its logical conclusion,...

After this preacher departed another was invited to take his place in our pulpit, We saw a man who came with a message, but then stood by quietly and just waited. God was moving, and there was weeping around the auditorium, as was often the case in revivals back through history. Broken people, weeping in God's presence. He preached eventually, and God used him. But I think the biggest work of God in the service was before he even spoke. In the waiting. I suck at waiting, but