Show Me How To Pray

My Testimony

slaureano — Sun, 04 May 2008 05:38:51 +0000

My Deliverance

slaureano — Sun, 04 May 2008 05:38:12 +0000

What I have seen in my spirit, felt in my heart and experienced in my body is something that a person cannot prepare for. How can I share the experience of life after death? Will I be able to deliver the vision of the bright light of heaven? Does being touched by the hand of God translate? Will people want to know that the adversary is real and wants you as much as the Father? What I do know is that I must, it is not about the how, it is about the why. It is message all must hear because it is the truth.

I was delivered from the grip of the enemy and darkness is real. What breaks the grip of the adversary and destroys the darkness is the light of truth. The truth is that God loves us and answers our faith filled prayer. A loving father has an ear for his children, will answer each and every meaningful call to action.

My Heart

slaureano — Sun, 04 May 2008 05:36:34 +0000

This testimony begins 12 years ago when God began His work on my heart physically, emotionally and spiritually.

More coming soon.

See My Awakening

My Awakening

slaureano — Sun, 04 May 2008 05:31:41 +0000

My relationship with my Father had been strong for many years, some times better than others. I had a prayer life that in retrospect it was much more intellectual than spiritual. That was changed one morning as I responded to a challenge delivered by guest speaker one Sunday morning in April, 2007. The man was Richard Simmons, of Men for Nations, a man of God who has dedicated his life to calling men to a pray, specifically what he calls a pre-dawn offensive. He has for several decades had a special calling on his life to mobilize men for early morning prayer daily from 5-7 to protect America and usher in revival. As he spoke to our congregation that morning something rose up inside stirring me to answer the call.

He spoke about power of prayer and what faith filled committed Christians throughout history had accomplished for the Kingdom as they unified in prayer. His direction was to ask God for a spirit of prayer and that He has given us the keys to the Kingdom. The keys could be found in the Gospel of Mathew – Mt 16:19 the keys are promised; Mt 17:20 we need faith; Mt 18:19 two or more in agreement. He encouraged us emphatically that God will answer specific prayer.

This kind of intercession was very foreign to me and I had many doubts about how effective I would be. I had never prayed for two hours and certainly not before dawn. Over the next six months this time of worship and devotion would transform me, and bring my faith from my head to my heart. The fellowship I experienced with faith filled prayer warriors crying out to Lord to move in our lives, our city and our nation was such an inspiration.

My prayer life began to deepen as I asked God for a spirit for prayer. My desire was that He show me how to pray; to say what He says, to go where He goes and to do what He does. This was a time great revelation in my life. I received the fruit of the Spirit, the gift of tongues, dreams and visions. Little did I know what I was being equipped for or how God planned to answer my prayer.

He began to reveal to me the power of prayer in small but specific ways. As I asked for His help in small things, He increased my faith to believe in Him for more. A simple request for assistance in finding a lost item led to healing of minor ailments for myself and others and would ultimately lead to “My Miracle”. A miracle that would have Him show me how to pray, increase my faith by delivering me from a truly broken heart.

My Valley

slaureano — Sun, 04 May 2008 05:30:32 +0000

The surgery was a success, the Implantable Cardio Deliberator (ICD) was placed securely in my chest, functioning properly, and my heart was responding to the pacing therapy. I was recovering in the ICU as planned, and I would be there overnight for observation as my cardiologist adjusted some of the medications used to stabilize the heart rate before my release in the morning. As I was resting, my spirit was full of gratitude, I was thankful for all the medical staff that was caring for me, the facility that was accommodating me, and the grace that God poured out in bringing it all together. I was especially thankful for the God given inspiration and innovative minds that created the technology and techniques used to restore my health, and I gave Him thanks and praise for my deliverance.

As the day progressed, I began to experience more consistent episodes of a dangerous heart rate and rhythm that was cause for concern for the medical staff. As they made their rounds or responded various alarms triggered by the monitoring equipment reading my cardiac function, I could sense their anxiety. I chose to remain faithful in His promise, “Because he has set his love upon Me, therefore I will deliver him; I will set him on high, because he has known My name. He shall call upon Me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble; I will deliver him and honor him. With long life I will satisfy him, and show him My salvation.” (Ps. 91:14-16)

The condition I was experiencing known as sustained ventricular tachycardia, presented a very difficult clinical problem for my physician. Its evaluation and treatment are complicated because it occurs in life threatening situations that dictate rapid diagnosis and treatment. My condition continued to escalate and it became a very apparent that we were moving towards an emergency situation. My physician responded to the hospital’s emergency call, the nursing staff frantically positioning equipment and life support supplies, in response to doctor’s orders. Dr. Kangavari arrived and was calmly attempting to solve this problem. He stared deeply into the computer monitor that was reading data from my ICD, changing the rate that medication was being administered to my body; each adjustment however was uneventful in resolving the crisis.

As the anxiety level in the room elevated, my ongoing prayer was for anointing of the medical staff and blessing over the facility. I called down the Kingdom; righteousness, peace and joy. In my spirit I had an overwhelming desire to hear the word of God and a hyper sensitivity to people of faith, words of faith and acts of faith. On the contrary people charged with fear and doubt were very repulsive, their thoughts and words siphoned life from my spirit. In my hospitalization I had been very bold in my faith, praying out loud for all those caring for me and over all the devices in each treatment room, that all would perform in perfect order. The blessing from that, I was now surrounded by people of faith, nurses and other care providers unified with me in prayer and submitting to the Great Physician. These faithful were now summoning others that were within reach to my aide, not only physically but spiritually.

As the room got more frantic everything in the natural began to fade to black, and in the supernatural my thoughts and actions sharpened and became very precise. My desire to pray and hear prayer were insatiable, my supernatural instinct was to cry out for prayer. In my spirit the cry was loud and clear, “Pray for me, pray for me” over and over, in the natural my voice was faint and getting weaker. Then I heard a response, “We are praying” my reply was, “I need to hear you”. My spirit man knew this was not time for silent prayer; we needed to shout to the Lord, cry out to Him fervently with faith filled expectation for Him to move in power and glory. We have been given the power of life and death in our words, speaking life, prosperity and blessing into every area is a gift we have all been given, how we use that gift is our gift back to Him. My encouragement was found in faith filled people speaking life and hope into an increasingly hopeless situation.

Supernaturally, this experience was taking on the sense of battle; there would be a victor and a vanquished. My instincts for spiritual warfare began to take over, and I probed the battle field for allies and enemies. I needed to identify those that could charge the hill with me and those that I needed to leave behind. As I evaluated my resources I found lots of people that were caring and concerned, but few faith filled prayer warriors. It became very clear to me who was able to feed my starving spirit and contribute the strength required to maintain the battle. There were many loving people doing their very best and maximizing their physical resources, however this day would be won in the Spirit.

Now, I was looking up to a square light, a portal that would deliver me from darkness that had now engulfed me. There were shadowy figures that outlined the box of light as they peered over me to offer assistance. The light from above that pierced the darkness was where my spirit was fighting to reach, that was where the victory over death would be found. There was a very strong force from the darkness, the sensation was similar to suction, like the water spiraling as it is pulled through a drain. Each attempt on my own power was met by greater resistance from the force that seemed to be gaining momentum. The experience was like being trapped under the thin ice of a frozen lake, suspended in the murky darkness with light streaming through the ice from above. I was completely aware of the rescue team working frantically to liberate me from certain death, but unable to communicate with them to expedite their effort.

My Miracle

slaureano — Sun, 04 May 2008 05:28:49 +0000

As my body lie motionless on the ICU bed, with wires, cords and tubes strewn about my chest, my blood pressure was dropping rapidly, my pulse was fading and what faint heart beat that was detectable was stimulated by the pace maker in my chest. My cardiac function went to zero; I had no blood pressure, my skin color cycling to darker shades of blue until I was purple from the neck up. Then the call went out, “Code Blue ICU”, in the natural they were loosing hope, in the supernatural new life was a faith filled prayer away.

I cried out for prayer a question came back , “Which God?”, my direct response was, “I love you Jesus, I love you Jesus”, over and over. In the natural I was not able to express an audible response as my physical body faded away. My spirit man was loud and clear professing my love for my Lord, Master and Savior Jesus Christ. At that time the tide of the battle was about turn. I was at the end of me, an empty vessel ready to receive all that God had in store for me. At that moment I felt a surge pulling me towards the light, breaking the bondage of the downward suction. That pull was the hand of Jesus breaking the grip death had on me. Faith filled prayer gave me access to the power of life over death. This is the same authority God promises all believers that do not doubt.

This is where God gave me the victory, but the battle was not yet over. Jesus passed the mantle to His people, people of faith, love and courage. As I continued struggling to the light, using the Spirit to guide my effort and Jesus love to sustain my strength, another instinct triggered. I cried out for the greatest gift God has given me, my strength, my helpmate, my loving wife Monica. The cry in my spirit now was now redirected from Him to her. “Monica, I love you, Monica, I love you” over and over again. My words were now slightly audible; this shout in my spirit was now matched by a faint crackled voice. Monica incredibly was within ear shot of my request and the nursing staff that was closest to me cried out for her to join me at my bedside.

What an incredible woman of strength, not just a strong woman. Imagine what she is now seeing, her life partner, provider, solid oak; lying motionless with a blue complexion and connected to alarming life support systems. Her love, faith and positive expectation of a victory in this battle bolstering my spirit. As my heart reached out for her, my hand followed and at that moment I pierced the light and I broke through the darkness. The first physical memory I have is of Monica, staring down at me with tears streaming down her face declaring her love for me. Her spirit pouring out faith and love to my spirit man. Each audible exchange of our love and faith in Him lifted me, pulled my body up into the light and through the portal. As her loving words continued to feed my spirit my physical body regained its vitality and all signs of life were restored to normal.