Jesse Birkey's blog

The man was dead.  I had led a team of healthcare professionals through all of the appropriate protocol and we had done all we could.  We even had two people praying quietly the whole time.  But this time it didn’t matter.  The man stayed down.  His heart refused to respond.

I was sitting at a table in the middle of a cafeteria on day two of a three-day encounter with the Lord.  I wasn’t by myself but with about 30 other men seeking the Lord for the needs of their hearts.  Suddenly a circle of women holding hands surrounded the cafeteria. 

I feel like I want to spend just a little bit of time talking about change.  Just the other day I was walking down the sidewalk of a plaza when I looked over and saw a young woman with her toddler.  She was busy loading groceries into the back of her SUV while her child sat in the cart. 

I think that sometimes it can be so much easier to see the bad in people rather than the good.  I think that can be especially true for people who are gifted in the prophetic.  But it makes me wonder if we are seeing the bad so easily because it’s the only thing we are looking for. 

I think there are times we witness worldly behavior, judge someone as an unbeliever and then fail to respond when God asks us to minister in whatever way He wants.  Maybe it’s because we can’t hear the Holy Spirit asking us to minister because our ears are4 closed as a result of our judgments. 

I’ve love being able to share the things that God has done in my life with you.  I love the emails I’ve received from those seeing the extraordinary work of Jesus at work in their own lives.  Testimonies bring life.  They are power.  They are love.

I like that picture!  Anyway,

I absolutely love walking into a stranger’s house that called for help to find a bible open on a stand just inside the front door.  It fills me with joy because I know I'm going to get to spend some time with God in corporate prayer :).

I encountered a woman the other day who was suffering from neuropathy.  Her feet were angled slightly inward and had lost much of their feeling.  Her toes were bandaged covering sores trying to heal.  She moved with a cane and leaned on it heavily when she walked.

A couple of weeks ago I wrote about the first time I prayed for someone in a wheel chair.  It was a young boy.  It was a very intense event for me as it broke down a barrier that tried to exist in my head.  Wheelchairs are intimidating there is no doubt.  Especially if God asks you to pray for somebody confined to one.

I had noticed the woman sitting next to me.  She wasn’t doing anything special to attract my attention but the Holy Spirit pointed her out letting me know that He was going to ask me to do something at some point.