#8 Spiritual Showdown on Promenade Street

     My 14-year-old grandson joined me for the 2nd time at Portage Place in Winnipeg last night, and he saw and experienced a lot of Kingdom releasing action.  Below are two accounts from team members that summarize some of the highlights of the evening, and my report.
#1 – Iris
What a beautiful evening at the mall last night. Just so amazed and in awe of God pouring His love and grace on people. A year ago I would never have had the courage to pray for healing. Tonight I laid my hand on a 10-year-old girls left blind eye, prayed for healing in Jesus name, and she could see!  So many other things happened, read my friend’s report below, and rejoice in God’s radical love and grace.
#2 – Lorraine
Wow!!!  Went to the city tonight with some friends and fairly shortly after we got to the mall, lots of powerful, God things happened all over the place!!  Blind eyes healed.  Prayed for a plugged ear with hearing problems and woman healed in Jesus’ name!!  Prayed for damaged hip and tailbone with pain:  Gone!  Prayed for swollen ankles and leg area:  Gone!  Prayed for emotional healing and addictions, and even had some deliverance from bondage to fear and addictions, etc.!  Jesus, You are incredible!!  So many people kept coming along that we couldn’t keep up with all the needs.  The Lord Jesus was moving so powerfully all over the place. Just as we were going to leave, a spiritual showdown occurred as a man who was in severe bondage came up to us.  God won!  A blind eye was healed right on the sidewalk.  The guy was in shock!  🙂  Thank You Jesus!!  Another guy came up to us who had been prayed for and healed in his leg months before and shared his testimony of how God blessed and healed him and even provided money for a scholarship and for the family in the most radical way!!  Incredible things Jesus is doing!!  These are only a sampling of all that happened–so amazing and so overwhelmed by God’s goodness and deep love.  What an honour to serve Him in this way.  Radical God, radical love!
Drama on the streets
      Hudson, Mel, and I spent a lot of time talking to a very intoxicated First Nations lady (Sandra) who had fallen down some stairs and badly hurt her lower leg.  She had such pain she couldn’t walk or even stand.  She was waiting for an ambulance that never came.  We had a long talk with her, and she poured out the pain in her heart about so many troubles.  One of the things she told us was that she just wanted to go back home to Cody, Saskatchewan, because there was just way too much drama on the streets of Winnipeg (I can amen that).  At some point, Alyssa joined us, and just loved on her.  We prayed again for her leg, and it healed enough that she could make it on her own back into the mall.  Hudson and I bought her some food, and we headed down the street to join other team members.
     At about 9:15 in the evening a group of us were standing on the Promenade outside of Portage Place debriefing.  One of the team members, Trevor, was encouraging my grandson.  He said he had been given a picture of fire in Hudson’s eyes and wanted to pray a blessing over him, about Hudson’s heart for the people of the streets.  As he began to pray, I noticed a First Nations man across the street make a fast-paced b-line towards us.  He was very focused and intense.  He angrily confronted Trevor and held up his left hand, open fist, and told Trevor to put his hand on his.  He then began to push against Trevor’s hand, commanding Trevor to stop resisting him.  I wasn’t able to hear all that he was saying, but it was very apparent that this was a spiritual stand-off.  He did say something about the Bible not saying that Abraham actually did sacrifice the ram. I did hear him say, “I don’t believe in your God”.  I think he was demon possessed and the demon was using him to interrupt Trevor’s and Hudson’s prayer encounter.  Trevor stood firm pushing back with his hand and commanding the spirit of anger to leave the man.  They stood facing one another for what seemed like several minutes, all the while Trevor and the rest of us were praying against the evil.  The man was very determined and appeared very strong-willed.  Suddenly, as the demon left, the man took a step back, bowed his head, and pulled his hand away from Trevor’s.  The showdown was over, and of course, evil didn’t win.   The man’s demeanor completely changed, and the intensity and anger he arrived with were gone.  Trevor then offered to pray for him, but he refused.  He looked around at all of us, pointed at me and said, “You look like a priest.”  I told him I was a Pastor.  He then said, “I want to talk to just you.”  So we moved just a few feet away from the group and he began to tell me parts of his story.  He often mentioned he didn’t believe in my God, and in the same breath, he would say he was angry at my God (hence the spirit of anger – he still had some anger issues but the spirit of anger was gone).  His name was Brad.  Part of his story was that his grandfather was a Christian, and used to tell him that God loved him, even though he didn’t love God, and that God would always love him anyway.  I affirmed his grandfather’s words.  He still had his grandfather’s Bible and it was obvious he had read it, as he asked me several questions about the Bible.  Much of what he said didn’t make sense to me, but I kept affirming that God loved him.  During our talk, different team members would come and attempt to join us, but he would tell them again he just wanted to talk to me.
     {While we continued to talk, another First Nations man approached us and offered to sell us a pair of shoes for 5 dollars.  Brad brushed him off, and the shoe guy walked into the middle of the prayer team group with my grandson.  They engaged him, found out he was blind in one eye, prayed for him, and his eye sight was restored – much to his amazement.}
     Meanwhile, I find out that Brad’s right hand, that his jacket was wrapped around, is broken.  The night before he had stopped a man from raping a girl by punching him in the head, but broke his wrist in the process.  I told him that if he would let me pray for him that God would heal his hand, but he refused.  I made the same offer several times.  Brad kept refusing but asked me to go with him for pizza.  I declined but gave him some money so he could buy himself some pizza.  Before he left we agreed to meet next Thursday night, and I challenged him to come knowing that I would be praying for him.  Brad departed and I joined the group who was praising the Lord for restoring the shoe salesman’s eye site.  Another drama filled evening on the streets.
Al Bayne

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