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Originally Posted by Ezekiel Bathfire
I raised the dead once. My old friend, Duane Jefferson, flew over from LA and stayed for a few weeks. I took him to the airport and he got on his flight OK. However, as I was getting out my car, I heard on the news that his flight had gone down.
Instantly, I called, “Duane! Hear me! You are alive! Arise! Walk!” As it happened he called me an hour later and told me that he had been delayed in the bar by a young lady and missed his flight.
However, I credited this as a miracle. The point was that neither I nor anyone else knew if he were alive or dead and he could have been either but the belief had to be that he was dead.
What had happened was that Jesus had placed him in this uncertain state and then returned Duane to us.
My prayer had traveled back through time and altered the fatal outcome.
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Brother, it does not surprise me that God would grasp ahold of your life and use it as a tool, proving He can still get it up in the End Times. This reminds me of my younger days when I was a smack shooting, Goetic wizard and attempted to animate a life sized plastic model of a human skeleton. I succeeded only in filling the brain pan with several, smoothly transitioning layers of semen. These would have eventually become the lobes of a human brain that could never accept the Gospel. The fact that I failed to introduce such an abomination to the world proves that Jesus was holding my hand the whole time.