One time we were in a Tent Revival
I was just a child but I will never forget it.

The service was in full swing and the preacher had just started to preach when this man walked in. He was drunk and as he walked up the isle towards the preacher he was cussing.
Mad at God and the devil at the same time.
The preacher stepped off the platform and stood watching this man approach.
I realized the Prayer Warriors were gathering in a half circle behind this man. They were rebuking and binding demons. It was Powerful to watch. The preacher never took his eyes off that mans eyes.
The man yelled and cussed and then all of a sudden... Boom he went straight down.. out cold.
The preacher let him lay there and went back up to continue his preaching. Everyone sat down but we all watched that man lay there.
After awhile he woke up...stood up and walked out.
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He returned a couple nights later
The Preacher was preaching and the man walked straight up the isle. Though he looked the same ... he LOOKED different.
The preacher again left the platform to look this man in the eyes. The man asked could he speak. He turned and apologized for his actions. He and his buddies had been partying
several days straight. They worked hard and partied harder. He had left the service that first night a sober man...but he did go out with his buddies the next night.
He said he ordered his drink but never took a sip. He sat back and watched his buddies in their drunken action. He said I could not believe how vulgar they were to the women they were looking to take home with them. I knew I did that too. It was as if God was showing me where I had been...holding me accountable to my actions.
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