Let’s go back, about 2000 years ago, to where Jesus and his disciples are reclining around a table in an upper room, in Jerusalem, to have the Passover meal. It is one of the seven feasts that God commanded the Israelites to keep. A feast to commemorate the night in which the Lord “passed over” the homes who had the blood of a lamb on their door frames.   Death entered into the homes that did not have the blood of the lamb. (Lev. 23:4-6, Ex. 12:1-15) Jesus knows, as He is sitting there, that He is that Lamb. God’s Lamb. (John 1:29) He takes the bread in his hands, a matzah, unleavened bread. Leaven represents sin. Matzah is without leaven. Without sin. (Luke 12:1, 1 Cor. 5:7-8) He breaks the bread and passes it on to his disciples: “This is My body, which is for you.” The body without sin. The bread of life. Broken to give life. (John 6:32, 35, 48) Then He picks up the last cup of the Passover Seder, called the Cup of Redemption. “This cup,” He says, “is the

“We have to take him to Jesus.” The other three men stare at their friend with confusion in their eyes. “Jesus?” They ask. On the floor, groaning, lies a paralyzed man. A childhood friend. A brother.   “Yes, Jesus. I have heard that He is back in Capernaum again. In Peter’s house. In every town that He has been to, He has healed many people. They say He is Messiah. He will heal our friend as well.” “Peter’s house is on the other side of town. How do you suppose we get him there? We don’t have a wagon!” “We will carry him there on his bed.” The walk to Peter’s house are challenging. It is scorching and the paralyzed man seems to gain a few pounds with every ten meters. In their haste, they forgot to bring water.  Resting along the way, is not an option. His groans have turned to whining and begging. Years of being bedridden have taken its toll on his body. This trip might even kill him. After three hours they reach Peter’s humble little house near the wa

Yes, it’s weird. That’s why it’s always been one of the most debated topics among Christians and non-Christians alike. Is it Biblical? Is it genuine? Is it necessary? Is it a condition to being Spirit-filled? When, where and how should it be practiced? What is it? Before looking for answers to those questions, let me first tell you my story… I was born again at the age of thirteen. Because I was raised in a Christian home and attended Church and Sunday school on a regular basis, I must have heard the Gospel a million times. But, the penny only dropped one night at a Sunday school camp. That evening, in bed, while every one else was asleep, I accepted Jesus Christ as my Savior and gave Him my heart. The next morning I woke up a new person. It was a definite awareness in my soul. All of a sudden every word of the all too familiar Church songs had meaning and brought indescribable joy to my heart. The Bible opened up and I couldn’t stop reading. I would spend hours brow