Testimony on Airplane 11/21/09

So it's Thanksgiving Break. My family decided to send me home for Thanksgiving from Redding. I'm in my 2nd year of Ministry School at Bethel's Supernatural School of Ministry. I drove down from Redding to Sacramento with my friends Jesse and Lydia. Jesse just came to drop us off. He's amazing. One of the greatest guys you could ever know. Lydia, well she's just amazing too. I've known her for years and actually we were neighbors back in the day in Kansas City while I was IHOP. So we said our goodbyes as Jesse dropped us off at the Departures Terminal. Lydia's flight was before mine, so she and I parted ways around 1:30, and I went my way to my gate. So time flew by and I started noticing what the presence was doing in the airport. I saw that something was stirring even though my plan was to a typical traveler, ignoring everybody around me. Well I got on the plane and sat in the middle seat towards the front of the plane. (I hate being in the back of the plane. I get really impatient after landing and having to wait for everybody in front to get their luggage and get off. It's really obnoxious to me. So I'd rather sit in a middle seat towards the front of the plane instead of sitting in an aisle or window seat towards the back of the plane.) I sat next to a larger African American guy and a little Asian gal. I sat down and the two of them didn't say anything to me, so I was relieved that I didn't have to answer questions, because all I wanted to do was read my book. :) We took off shortly after and I heard our male flight attendant speak over the intercom and was holding back laughter as he was trying to announce something important. I heard the Spirit then say, "He's a man of joy." And I was happy knowing that someone on the airplane wasn't so serious. (I've noticed that you get to see the wonderful serious side of people when their stuck in a small aircraft, have no where to go, and are surrounded by a bunch of hopefully silent people. Everyone hates a rowdy plane. People get real impatient when the noise level starts to go to louder volumes.) So I tried to start to focus on the presence in the plane. I started seeing in my mind's eye that angels were present on the plane. There was one right above me even though I couldn't figure out how it was able to fit. I thought to myself, how funny it would be to see all of the angels try to fit onto flights next to their "person". I pictured them grumbling and halfway inbetween seats and in the aisle. I started to really get drunk in the presence. I started twitching like crazy and I kept wondering what the people next to me were thinking. I figured that they probably thought that I had some form of Parkinson's disease. But that didn't hinder me from twitching, and then the giggling started. I started laughing underneath my breath and I couldn't stop. I realized that God was there, and He was about to do something. So time went by and our steward came by to hand out snacks. He was a lighter African American guy with square, thin-rimmed glasses and a very pleasant face. His name was Milton. I had felt that I had a word of knowledge for him, so I asked him if he played basketball while in high school. He said "No." But I noticed that he had a tendinitis band wrapped around his elbow. I asked him about it and low and behold, he had tendinitis in his elbow. I asked him if I could tell him a quick story and I told him about my knees getting healed of tendinitis at Bethel because people prayed for me. He then goes, "Wow!...Where can I get some of that?" I was going crazy inside with anticipation from the Spirit. I told him that I could pray for him and that he would get healed. He was like "Before the flight is over, I want to have you pray for my elbow". I was so so so excited. I had all of this anticipation inside of me as I waited for Milton. As I sat waiting, the battle started inside. Questions started popping up in my head, wondering if God was going to pull through or not. I then convinced myself that I was going to stop thinking those things because God opened up a divine encounter and Milton's faith was the thing that was going to heal him. What also was going through my head was back in the day, when revivalists roamed the land, and people would come to them saying, "What must I do to be saved?" I felt like that this situation had that same level of faith being displayed. After a little while, Milton came back and was grabbing people's trash, and he said to me "I'll be right back, I have to finish the trash and then you can pray for me." I said "Oh okay!" I had previously thought that he was going to wait until the trip was over for me to pray for him, but he was ready to go. He wanted prayer now. So he finished the trash, and then hurried up to me. He said, "Okay come follow me." I was like "Okay". So I jumped out of my middle seat and followed him towards the cockpit of the plane into the steward's employee area. He stood there kinda out of sight from the other stewardesses and the passengers. He asked me if he should take off his band on his elbow, and always remembering what Bill Johnson has said, "have the people take off their braces because then you are able to see then what's really going on". It builds faith. So I said yes. So I laid my hands on his arm and started praying for his arm. Something along the lines of the basic Bethel prayer. I asked him to move it around and his eyes widened. He said "Wow! It does feel a whole lot better!" I asked him on a 1-10 scale of pain and he said that he was probably at an "8" and now at a "2". So I got super excited because God was on the move! I told him, "Let me pray for you again and you're going to be completely healed." He got really excited too. So I laid my hands on him, thanked the Lord for what He was doing, and prayed again. Afterwards, I had Milton move his arm and his eyes widened even bigger. All the pain had gone! I then asked him if he knew Jesus and he said that he did, and then he and I got talking about Bethel, the school, and what God had been doing there. I told him that within the last month that 4 people have been raised from the dead and about the woman with the brain tumor who was completely healed. Milton's God "Box" got completely demolished as I told him of what God was doing. He then asked me about Bethel and my information because he wanted to "donate" to them or check them out or something. I'm not sure what he was wanting to do, but I gave it to him. So yeah! I got super psyched! I sat back down in my chair and then talked to the African American guy sitting next to me named Will. We got talking about God, life, family, Thanksgiving, jobs, dreams, and stuff like that. Then I got to pray for him and his family as well and then we landed. After that point, I was so lit up that my body temperature was HOT. I could feel it too. I was radiating heat. As I went into the airport at DIA, I got to pray for a couple named Harry and Terry. Harry had broken his back very badly and couldn't walk very straight. So he let me pray for him and afterwards, he didn't feel any real difference, but they were blessed. Terry came up to me and gave me a big ol' hug and thanked me. :) What an experience. It was awesome and not hard. Thank you Jesus that it wasn't hard. This happened on November 21, 2009 between 3:30p.m.-6:30p.m. with the time shift from California to Colorado.