onething '09 pt. 2

(Read pt. 1 first, below. Then read this.)

I still have a lot to tell.

Day 3. We went to the morning session taught by Loren Cunningham, founder of YWAM and probably the most well-traveled man in history. He had some amazing stories, including one of a team of 23 youths in Africa that, by serving them and sharing the gospel, broke apart an entire militant camp of thousands of people. I spent the afternoon in the prayer room and the evening gathering was all awakening focus. Instead of having a speaker, the Holy Spirit was given free reign to do what He would.
Here's where it gets ridiculous. As we started seeking the Lord, He started healing people. Someone near the front lifted up their leg cast and started waving it in the air. A few seconds later a group of people lifted up a wheelchair and started waving it in the air. The girl in the wheelchair testified on stage soon afterward; she had had some sort of severe scoliosis that God healed. A person I had met the night before had his chronic knee pain healed and was jumping around. When he was prayed for after that, he was immediately slain in the spirit (I guess that's what you call that, it just sounds really really weird) quite dramatically, falling over backwards before anyone was near enough to catch him.
Wes Hall, the man onstage, was calling out things God was declaring He wanted to heal. When he said, "Raise your hand if you have asthma," I did, and quickly had about 7 people's hands on me in prayer. I went down pretty quickly. Although we're always encouraged to test it out, see if you've been healed, I was hesitant and stayed to worship. One of the guys behind me that prayed for me asked if I had, and I (again hesitantly) went out to see what I could do to test it out. I ran down the aisles, but there wasn't room enough in any direction to keep going. I then went to the bookstore (a large open area) and tried it out there. My stomach started cramping up a little and I got severely thirsty and heavy breathing after a couple laps, but no where near what I would have had before. Normally I'd have to sit down and I'd have a very sore chest and throat. I'm still hesitant to just say it's healed, but that's what it seems to point to. Here at school I can go up and down several flights of stairs quickly without serious fatigue, which is new.
I went over to the drinking fountain because I was thirsty. While standing in line, a guy in an IHOP-U shirt in front of me saw me twitching a little bit yet and started laughing. He put his hand on me and shouted, "More, Lord!" I was on the ground again, right in front of the bathrooms. It was rather humorous.
Later we went into kind of a time of intercession and I started... groaning, I guess? It was basically shouting, "Oh!" a lot. As it started, Allen Hood (who was on the stage, quoted the verse about the Spirit making intercession in groanings and utterances beyond our comprehension, so I believe that's what that was. Toward the end, I got an image of an eye in my mind, like a painting in a museum. I had heard that's a sign to pray for someone with a problem in that area, so I stored that in my mind.
The shuttle back to IHOP base was basically a drunk (in the Spirit) bus. People were falling all over, praying for each other, prophesying, and most of all, laughing. As I was giggling, Mike in the seat behind me stuck a rolled-up piece of paper in my ear to say, "This is the call of a yak: YYYYYYYYAAAAAAAK! YYYYYAAAAAAK!" The guy next to me was wearing glasses, so remembering that image I had, I prayed for his eyes to be healed. I don't know if they were or not. I don't have a ton of faith in this area yet, which I feel is somewhat required.
I woke up the next morning pretty sore, but I led a Taiwanese friend to pray to recieve Christ as Lord over Facebook Chat. He was trying to figure out what to do with his life, so I gave him what I'm doing with mine. I was pretty pumped about that.
To kinda sum up the rest of it, I believe I'm called to be a full-time musician, likely in a prayer room of some kind. Lou Engle spoke out on New Year's Eve against abortion and a prophetic word given to him about God planning to bring 2 for 1: two new people to Christ for every victim of abortion. Wow. The awesomeness continued throughout that day, but I don't have it journaled, so I can't really pick out much of what happened. We spent New Year's night at Mark's house and left in the morning. The end.