Passover Ministries - Dreams and Visions

Last week I was invited by a local Pastor to do a joint prison ministry visit on the Westside to one of Arizona’s oldest prisons. This prison was just for career inmates who throughout their adult life have committed serious crimes and were deemed by the courts to be incorrigible.

These prisoners were hard core and the one we were to visit was the most hard core prisoner that the system has ever processed my friend shared.

I met my friend at the prison parking lot at the agreed time. We greeted and then he gave me my approval letter from the Arizona –C-Prison Board allowing me clearance to make the visit today. My finger prints were on the form and the results of my background evaluation were stated.

We processed through the main gate and proceeded to the visitor center directly behind the main gate. Once inside we were subject to a full wand inspection and all briefcases were searched and then a wand was passed over each one. All I had in my bag was my bible.

Once clear of the security point we were escorted to the room assigned by the prison Chaplain for our visit. Through the glass I could see the other half of the building hallway with prisoners who were scheduled for a visit this afternoon chained in a row along the left wall. Several of the visiting rooms were occupied with lawyers, friends or family in the process of their visits.

The room was spare but clean and bright. The door opened and two guards escorted the prisoner in to the room. He was dressed in prison whites with black sandals. His feet and hands were chained together with a longer chain that one guard was holding on to.

The prisoner was grinning but he was in control of himself. The guards asked if we really wanted to see the most notorious prisoner in the state-c-penal system. We replied together “Yes!”

I was in shock to see that the systems most notorious prisoner was none other than the Holy Ghost, the third person in the Holy Trinity. Here He was, 8 feet in front of me. It was hard to realize that my closest friend is in prison.

I should add that this prison is operated by the Arizona Church Prison Board. The guards are all current or former deacons in good standing with their local churches.

My pastor friend immediately started asking the Holy Spirit why he broke His promise of not causing anymore trouble in Arizona churches. He just stood there in front of us, silent but very proud.

My friend continued to ask Him why He did not keep His word from their last meeting in Tempe.

I interrupted my pastor friend and asked him how he could sit there in such a calm manner with the very precious Holy Spirit locked up in chains in front of him and correct Him like a small child? I told him I was ready to attack the guards and do a jail break right now. That statement got the guards all excited. The guard on the left started to yank on the Holy Spirit’s chain to hold Him close between them. Their eyes were large and fear was in them.

I went on yelling “How could any one imprison the Holy Spirit. He made us in the Lord’s own image.” I saw someone look in the window of the door checking on us.

My friend put his hand on my shoulder while he told me to calm down or I would be admitted myself. I replied that I want to be here since He is here. I will stay with Him and not leave Him alone. I also vowed to get Him out of prison or I will die trying.

I went on with this barrage by stating that not even the worst criminal in the world would never harm the Holy Spirit. That only evil church people, full of religious spirits would do such a thing.

My friend said that He understood my feelings. He went on to state that he and the other pastors had to do something because the Holy Spirit keeps on touching the average believer and causing lots of problems in the local churches here in Arizona.

They all agreed to keep Him in prison so that the church services would be safe and predictable.

That was all I could stand to hear. I jumped up and attacked the guard holding the chain. I knocked him down and went for his key ring on his belt. He was wiggling around but I got them off his belt. The other guard was standing there in disbelief. He kept saying over & over “You had better stop this or you will in trouble”

I tried each key until I got the right key in the lock and the chain fell off the Holy Spirit. I worked the same key on the lock around his feet and they also fell off. As I was working on the hand cuffs lock the door flew open and lots of guards came rushing into the room. I started yelling for the Holy Spirit to run, to get away. He stood there looking down at me as the one guard got courage to tackle me at the same time all those that rushed the door tackled me. I screamed the last time to run and found a knee in my mouth.

The mass of guards raised me to my feet and held me tight next to the Holy Spirit. One guard re-ran the chain through all the locks on the Holy Spirit to hold Him still. I started accusing my pastor friend of being a traitor. He claimed he had to do this to the Holy Spirit. I asked on what biblical grounds. He replied back why when the high priest had Jesus arrested so that the many would be safe at the secret trial of the Sanhedrin the night the Lord was arrested. I said that was only to fulfill prophecy not protect the people. He told me that I would never see daylight as long as I lived because I was too unstable. In fact they had determined that I was a double-minded man who deserved to be imprison for my love and dedication to the Holy Spirit. The pastors in the valley were tired of me attending their church services with the Holy Spirit and causing problems.

I rudely interrupted his speech to me and told him that I would rather be in here away from him and his church buddies. I asked him to call my wife to pick up my car. I turned to tell the Holy Spirit that I was sorry that I failed to free him today. He looked into my eyes with His deep pools and He spoke for the first time.

“Little priest, they think that I am imprisoned here with these chains of control created out of fear.

Little do they know how free I really am.” With a twinkle of his eye he was gone. The chains and cloths fell all around the black sandals. A guard walked over and kicked the pile of chains and clothes. He was gone. Everyone in the room turned to me and said. “He left but you are still here. One large guard cried out. ”Put him in the same cell that was for the Holy Spirit. As they carried me off one guard said while looking at the chains. ”These locks will fit him just right.”

Dreams and Visions

Intercession for Phoenix

Prison Break

Dreams and Visions Intercession for Phoenix Prison Break
		Last week I was invited by a local Pastor to do a joint prison ministry visit on the Westside to one of Arizona’s oldest prisons. This prison was just for career inmates who throughout their adult life have committed serious crimes and were deemed by the courts to be incorrigible. These prisoners were hard core and the one we were to visit was the most hard core prisoner that the system has ever processed my friend shared. I met my friend at the prison parking lot at the agreed time. We greeted and then he gave me my approval letter from the Arizona –C-Prison Board allowing me clearance to make the visit today. My finger prints were on the form and the results of my background evaluation were stated. We processed through the main gate and proceeded to the visitor center directly behind the main gate. Once inside we were subject to a full wand inspection and all briefcases were searched and then a wand was passed over each one. All I had in my bag was my bible. Once clear of the security point we were escorted to the room assigned by the prison Chaplain for our visit. Through the glass I could see the other half of the building hallway with prisoners who were scheduled for a visit this afternoon chained in a row along the left wall. Several of the visiting rooms were occupied with lawyers, friends or family in the process of their visits. The room was spare but clean and bright. The door opened and two guards escorted the prisoner in to the room. He was dressed in prison whites with black sandals. His feet and hands were chained together with a longer chain that one guard was holding on to. The prisoner was grinning but he was in control of himself. The guards asked if we really wanted to see the most notorious prisoner in the state-c-penal system. We replied together “Yes!” I was in shock to see that the systems most notorious prisoner was none other than the Holy Ghost, the third person in the Holy Trinity. Here He was, 8 feet in front of me. It was hard to realize that my closest friend is in prison. I should add that this prison is operated by the Arizona Church Prison Board. The guards are all current or former deacons in good standing with their local churches. My pastor friend immediately started asking the Holy Spirit why he broke His promise of not causing anymore trouble in Arizona churches. He just stood there in front of us, silent but very proud. My friend continued to ask Him why He did not keep His word from their last meeting in Tempe. I interrupted my pastor friend and asked him how he could sit there in such a calm manner with the very precious Holy Spirit locked up in chains in front of him and correct Him like a small child? I told him I was ready to attack the guards and do a jail break right now. That statement got the guards all excited. The guard on the left started to yank on the Holy Spirit’s chain to hold Him close between them. Their eyes were large and fear was in them. I went on yelling “How could any one imprison the Holy Spirit. He made us in the Lord’s own image.” I saw someone look in the window of the door checking on us. My friend put his hand on my shoulder while he told me to calm down or I would be admitted myself. I replied that I want to be here since He is here. I will stay with Him and not leave Him alone. I also vowed to get Him out of prison or I will die trying. I went on with this barrage by stating that not even the worst criminal in the world would never harm the Holy Spirit. That only evil church people, full of religious spirits would do such a thing. My friend said that He understood my feelings. He went on to state that he and the other pastors had to do something because the Holy Spirit keeps on touching the average believer and causing lots of problems in the local churches here in Arizona. They all agreed to keep Him in prison so that the church services would be safe and predictable. That was all I could stand to hear. I jumped up and attacked the guard holding the chain. I knocked him down and went for his key ring on his belt. He was wiggling around but I got them off his belt. The other guard was standing there in disbelief. He kept saying over & over “You had better stop this or you will in trouble” I tried each key until I got the right key in the lock and the chain fell off the Holy Spirit. I worked the same key on the lock around his feet and they also fell off. As I was working on the hand cuffs lock the door flew open and lots of guards came rushing into the room. I started yelling for the Holy Spirit to run, to get away. He stood there looking down at me as the one guard got courage to tackle me at the same time all those that rushed the door tackled me. I screamed the last time to run and found a knee in my mouth. The mass of guards raised me to my feet and held me tight next to the Holy Spirit. One guard re-ran the chain through all the locks on the Holy Spirit to hold Him still. I started accusing my pastor friend of being a traitor. He claimed he had to do this to the Holy Spirit. I asked on what biblical grounds. He replied back why when the high priest had Jesus arrested so that the many would be safe at the secret trial of the Sanhedrin the night the Lord was arrested. I said that was only to fulfill prophecy not protect the people. He told me that I would never see daylight as long as I lived because I was too unstable. In fact they had determined that I was a double-minded man who deserved to be imprison for my love and dedication to the Holy Spirit. The pastors in the valley were tired of me attending their church services with the Holy Spirit and causing problems. I rudely interrupted his speech to me and told him that I would rather be in here away from him and his church buddies. I asked him to call my wife to pick up my car. I turned to tell the Holy Spirit that I was sorry that I failed to free him today. He looked into my eyes with His deep pools and He spoke for the first time. “Little priest, they think that I am imprisoned here with these chains of control created out of fear. Little do they know how free I really am.” With a twinkle of his eye he was gone. The chains and cloths fell all around the black sandals. A guard walked over and kicked the pile of chains and clothes. He was gone. Everyone in the room turned to me and said. “He left but you are still here. One large guard cried out. ”Put him in the same cell that was for the Holy Spirit. As they carried me off one guard said while looking at the chains. ”These locks will fit him just right.”