The following morning we were in the middle of prayer when I suddenly felt a massive wave of electricity shoot through my body. It is an experience that goes beyond words, and the closest I can come to describing it is by comparing it to electrocution. It was like I was plugged into an electric machine and someone had turned the juice on. I had no clear idea what was happening, except I knew that something momentous was taking place. When it ended, I felt more alive than I had ever felt in my life. But at the same time, strangely empty, as if I had been given a taste of paradise only to have it taken away.
I waited for the experience to recur, wanting it, needing it, but the day passed into night without anything happening other than a few shivers that might have been from a breeze that had begun blowing from seemingly nowhere. Just before the session ended, I engaged Jesus in some intense conversation, mostly impassioned appeals for him to repeat the experience. I promised him a total surrender of self in return; I promised him I would never sin again if I could help it; I promised him that I'd do anything and everything he wanted me to do, even die for him.
"Are you sure?" Jesus asked, before adding softly, "You might have to."
"Yes, Lord," I said with utter and complete conviction.
And then I got blasted again, this time nearly off my feet. For about five minutes - it could easily have been ten or twenty - I had this current pouring through me, unceasingly. The experience I had in the morning was wonderful but it was nothing like this. This was raw, naked power. This was the power that parted the Red Sea. This was the power that smashed the walls of Jericho. This was the power that helped Samson bring down the temple. This was the power of God himself. And it was in me!
And I knew that my life would never ever be the same again. And it hasn't.
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