When the Devil Cannot Touch You! — Keith Daniel

Thank you so much. I have a newsletter that is sent out to many thousands of addresses in homes every three months in many parts of the world. Mostly preachers receive it and I'm very grateful. It is sent out by my wife and the secretary over there.

It's also on email, but here's extra copies our dear brother have made tonight. If you'd like to take a copy just to pray for me and the tour. It's a 90-day tour, every fourth day going to another state and God has been very good to give me so many pulpits across your land.

Year after year, this is the 29th time I've had the privilege of touring around America and have spoken to many hundreds of thousands of people across America. Some small auditoriums, some very large, but I'm very grateful to God.

So if you'd like to take a copy afterwards just to pray for what's left of the tour. I've been to all these different places, Rhinelander, Wisconsin, and then Houston, Texas, and then Missouri, and then Cheyenne in Wyoming, Columbia Falls, Montana, Missoula, Missoula in Montana, New Plymouth, Idaho, Colorado Springs, Colorado, Bernard, Texas, and then Fulton in South Dakota, Marshall, Minnesota, Rocky Ridge, Maryland, Clare, Oklahoma.

That's where we are now. Milwaukee I leave for tomorrow in Wisconsin, and Madison, Nashville, Tennessee, then Atlanta, Georgia, and then Moscow, Scranton, in Pennsylvania. Please do take a copy if you'd like to just see something of our, if you'd like to receive it as a permanent mailing, then just put your name and address down if you'd like to, or your email.

Many people do emails. But you're so welcome, but that is only if you would pray, and commit yourself in your heart by the grace of God to faithfully pray so that this doesn't become junk mail, which would be such a pity.

So don't put your name down, just take a copy to pray for this tour, unless you feel in your heart God leading you to really faithfully pray. Now thank you to our dear brother Derek Melton, his good wife, for their goodness to me.

I am very grateful to be staying in their home, a beautiful home. They have so many animals, and they're all, I always say you can tell so much about the person in the home by the dog, and normally I'm right.

If it's ferocious and horrible, and wanting to bite, be careful when you get to the door, the people inside are probably like that. Well, we found that out once I was standing there as a young preacher in the doorway, and this crazy little dog, it was so small, got through the security gates, and started biting me, and pulling my pants, and ripping my back.

What am I going to do? You know, you can't simply kick a dog, and the people, they already think you're a Jehovah Witness, and then you're in trouble, and believe me, I have been in terrible trouble for people who thought I was a Jehovah Witness, but here's this dog.

So this, eventually the lady comes to my rescue, or comes to the door anyway, she looks at me, looks at the dog pulling at me, she says, oh troubles. So I thought, I'm not a Jehovah Witness, is that what you mean?

She says, no I don't mean you, I mean the dog, troubles, come here. That was the doggie's name anyway, good name for that dog, troubles. So anyway, their doggies went for a walk with me around their beautiful gardens, down to the river, at the bottom of the end of their lawn, and I went for a lovely walk today.

I just needed it very much on their land, and had a lovely time in their home of blessing, and fellowship, and privilege, and being fed very, very well. I have to do something about all the good food I have received.

When I go home after ten, oh ninety days of preaching back to South Africa, I have to do something, because I have to win my wife's love and respect all over again. And if she looks at my tummy, I feel a failure.

So I have to stop eating for at least seven days before I go home, normally anyway. But after this little time, wow, after the meeting tonight, trust me, you should have seen what we ate last night, wow, and how can you say no?

Turkey, and salsa, and whoa, what else? You dip these things in, and our brother Derek, thank you for your hospitality, it was lovely being in your home, and I was blessed, and very blessed by our dear brother's fellowship, as he shares his heart and his burden for souls.

He took me along to the prison tonight, to some young fellow sitting there behind the bars, that he's been witnessing to, and trying to just give me a few minutes with him, which I'm so grateful for tonight.

So thank you for your heart. You're first a preacher. If you're right with God, William Carey says, I'm a cobbler by trade, so that I can be a missionary. If you're right with God, you're a full-time missionary.

Every soul is what you're wanting to reach, and here in the police force, our dear brother has a ministry and a compassion for souls, and thank God for that, being there with people who really do need to hear about Christ desperately, rather than to be shoved around.

Now, I do bless the Lord for their home, I bless the Lord for their fellowship. Brother Derek took me to a meal with his co-pastors and his son, and here is his associate pastor, which was a great blessing, just to look at your countenance, and the joy in your face, and we bless God that you serve the Lord together.

And then a red Indian is the other association. Where is our brother? There you are. Well, brother, what a blessing your testimony is. If you've ever wanted to be deeply moved by God, sit down with that good brother in the back and listen to his testimony.

It's amazing how God reached him and what God did for him, and he has a great humility and reality. So there are the three good pastors, our dear brothers, and we ask for your prayers for them, and I thank you, the three of you, for your fellowship and allowing me into your church.

Also, for the lovely meal we had at some Mexican place. If you want to really have a rumbling tummy, go to have Mexican food. It's not a good advert, and you're not a good way to start the meeting, but my word, that is dynamite.

Be careful. It is dynamite, but I enjoyed it. My dear father used to love curry and rice. I don't know if you know what that means. The Indians have it all over the colonies of Britain. Curry and rice is all spices and burning, but you sweat if you get it.

My daddy used to sweat with his curry and rice, you know, when we entered this restaurant when I was a little boy, and he choked, and I thought he was going to die, and I saw what, and the next day, never again.

Next time we go to the restaurant, what does daddy order? The same thing. So I said to him, does daddy love to suffer? What do you mean? You suffered? I thought you would die last time, daddy, and you've got the same stuff.

You're ruining it. Don't tell me that. Well, there you are. So, brother, the Mexican food is dynamite, as it is. You've got to have it every time you go near the place, so it was wonderful, and lovely fellowship, and praise the dear Lord for that.

I'm very grateful to God. I also had their son sitting beside me. He was sitting there with all the policemen and all the preachers. What a fine young godly man you are, and I'm very grateful you have given such joy to your father and mother being what you are, and everyone else that I've met.

Praise the dear Lord. You were a joy to me to speak to every one of you, even from this dear group that came along from rock or something or other, and the kind encouragement and encouragement you gave me from your hearts, those that came and stood with me.

God's Love, Judgment, and the Intercession of Christ

Thank you very much. Now forgive me for going on and on and on. Can we bow for a moment of prayer, please? Our dear father, in thy wonderful love and mercy to us, which we all admit and confess, if we were left to the judgments of men, none of us would have any hope, but because God is love.

God does not love. God is love. It's beyond our comprehension. God's harshest words throb with love. Even his warnings of hell and eternal punishment come from a heart that loves us more than any human could ever have loved us, our fathers, our mothers, anyone we've ever known.

And so we come to a God who is love. We believe that. We cannot understand many, many things. We don't try to have every answer. There's no such a thing as having all the answers about this world and life and the evils of this world.

But we confess to thee that without all the answers we believe this book, and that thou art loved, and thy son did die and taste death for us, each one of us, who will have all men to be saved and to come unto the knowledge of the truth, who gave himself a ransom for all, not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance.

He was wounded for our transgressions, bruised for our iniquities. We do bless thee for such a Savior. We come to this God through that Savior, our High Priest, Jesus, that standeth at the right hand of God the Father and ever liveth to make intercession for us.

Wherefore he is able to save them to the uttermost who come to God through him. So we bless thee that our Savior ever liveth to pray for us. We bless thee that it say to Peter, but not only him, but us who would read these words, Satan hath desired to sift thee as wheat, but be of good cheer.

I have prayed for thee that thy faith fail not. We thank thee, Lord, that those words were to us, from our High Priest, who knew he would stand before the throne of God the Father and make intercession for us, ever living to make intercession for us.

Wherefore he is able to save them to the uttermost who come to God through him. And so we come, our Father, through Jesus Christ, our Mediator and our Savior, with confidence, with boldness. We approach the throne of grace with a, not brazenness or familiarity or carelessness, but boldness because of the blood of Jesus.

We can enter into the holiest, this book says, right into the presence of God. When we get to heaven, we will not be able to find one moment where we will find ourselves closer to God than we are right now.

But here it's by faith, through the blood of Christ, we can enter with boldness into the holiest of holies. And we believe that by faith and prayer through our Mediator Jesus. Come, therefore, because of Christ and because we pray through him and in his name, and have mercy on all of us.

And come to us, Lord, the only one we can approach, no matter what we've done, no matter how many times we failed. Even if we're crawling, we can get up and know that this God will listen and lift us up if we look to him again.

Because of Jesus, so we come to thee in our weaknesses, in our frailties, in our failures, because thou art a God who art long-suffering, patient. We love thee for that. Beyond human comprehension is the love of God, the patience, the long-suffering, the forgiveness, the compassion.

We come to thee, our God, our Father, and ask thee to visit our hearts here today. Visit us by the Holy Spirit and his grace and his working, who shall not speak of himself, but his whole work is to glorify Jesus and to bring us to Christ and to conform us into the image of Christ once we belong to Christ.

Come, therefore, by the Holy Spirit and work in all of our hearts deeply, Lord. Take me, wash me through and through the blood, afresh and fill me and anoint me, my mind, my heart, my thoughts and my words, and speak to every heart now where only God's voice can reach, in Jesus the Christ's name, in Jesus Christ's holy name.

The New Birth and Entrance into the Kingdom of God

We all ask this unitedly of our Father in heaven, with faith unswerving. You all know the verse in John 3 where Jesus said to Nicodemus, an old but upright man, speaking to him not realizing Jesus was God manifest in the flesh, but asking from his soul concerning eternal life.

And Jesus said to this religious man of great integrity, in John 3, verily, verily, I say unto thee, except a man be born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God. Except a man be born again, he cannot.

There's no possibility of him ever finding eternal life. He cannot see the kingdom of God. Of course, Nicodemus was staggered and said, how can a man be born again? You would ask that. We know what Christ said to Nicodemus.

He didn't have a Bible like this to refer to, to understand, because never had God said these words to anyone until now. Except a man be born again, he cannot ever enter heaven. How can a man be born when he's old?

Can he enter the second time into his mother's womb and be born? Jesus looked at this man and said to you, he saw you and me as he looked at Nicodemus, knowing that this would be listened to from pulpits to millions and millions of people sitting, hearing God's word to this man.

He had you in mind, not Nicodemus only, for God knew all things, and God knew even of this meeting tonight. And he said, except a man be born of water and the Spirit, capital S, he cannot. That which is born of the flesh, Nicodemus, is flesh, and that which is born of the Spirit, capital S, is spirit.

When you are born physically, you are born a child of your father and mother. You are not born a child of God. That has to still happen, because it involves the intellect and the will. A baby can't do that.

You must find a spiritual birth. That which is born of the flesh, that's all you are, is a child of your mother and father, flesh. You're not God's child. To become God's child, it involves the will, faith, obedience, and total subjection to God as you come and look by grace through faith at his cross.

You must be born again. That moment is when God the Holy Spirit gives birth to a child, born of the Spirit, born of God the Holy Ghost, by his workings in your mind, in your heart, in your conscience, and in your will.

That is when you become God's child. You have to be born. That which is born of the Spirit, capital S, is spirit, not flesh. That's when you become God's child. Now, Peter said these words concerning Christ's words in 1 Peter chapter 1, being born again.

Verse 23, not of corruptible seed, but of incorruptible by the word of God. Why the word of God? Because this is God's promises. We don't see Christ on the cross today. God tells us of it. We don't hear God's voice coming down from heaven audibly.

God speaks through this book. And these promises held out to us of how he will in no wise turn away anyone who comes to him through Christ Jesus, explaining why the death of Christ, why he was wounded for all men, that we might be forgiven.

And by grace he is saved through faith in his death. And so, being born again, Peter says, not of corruptible seed, but of incorruptible by the word of God, faith in what God promises. But he doesn't stop there.

Verse 2 of chapter 2, as newborn babes, not a baby, but a spiritual. If you're 90 years old, you're a babe in Christ. If you're six years old, you're a babe in Christ. You're one day old when you come to Christ, and you've only had, well, as newborn babes, now God's children.

You're born of the Spirit, as newborn babes desire the sincere milk, the sincere milk of the word, that you may grow thereby, like a babe will grow through his mother's milk. You have one thing God says that will make you grow, the word of God, the word of God.

Last year, I shared with you of my conversion and why I was kept by God's grace through the instruction given to me concerning this book. And I devoured this book. I devoured this book from that preacher said to me that night for 47 years till today.

Nothing gave me more joy, nothing enthralled me, not one day that I can ever remember more than this book. That's when you stay right with God, when this book is alive, throbbing, and you do not neglect it.

A Call to Preach and Pour Out the Word of God

Well, three months after I was saved, young, a babe in Christ, but drinking from the word of God, the milk, for God's child to grow. I was sitting in a meeting like this, and suddenly, though I'd never ever imagined or been so presumptuous as to think that this is possible, that I would ever preach, suddenly sitting in that seat in the front row, I knew God was dealing with me when no human voice could reach.

The preacher knew nothing about me, but as I sat there, I knew, and I knew I would never recover from what's happening concerning God saying to me, I want your life to be separated to preach the gospel.

All your ambitions, all your dreams, all your plans, bury them, burn your bridges behind, never look back once in your life, and I want your life to be given to preaching the holy book across this world.

I didn't understand ultimately what was going on, but I did know this, when that preacher said, if God has confronted you, and you know you have to do with God, and you would give your life to God and burn every plan you've ever had, every ambition, every dream forever, bury it, and you'd say, yes, God.

Understand, I stood, I stood trembling, but I knew I had to do with God, and I knew I would defy God. I'd never ever, ever thought of preaching. That would have been too presumptuous, but I knew as I sat there, God was speaking to me.

I knew that, and no one could ever, ever tell me it wasn't so. I went to a theological seminar, a very different seminar to most seminars, trust me. Wow, the lecturer, an old man, but one that had won thousands of people to Christ across Africa, and founded missionary societies across, he was one of the lecturers, sitting in a wheelchair.

He sat there, and he said, you will not sit here in this theological seminar, and just take notes, and academically start understanding all the doctrines of the Bible. That's not where you're at here.

He says, you will just die. It's like the river Jordan in Israel, coming down through Israel into the Sea of Galilee, and then it flows out of the Sea of Galilee down to the Dead Sea. The Sea of Galilee taking in, pouring out, there's life, there's fish.

It's thriving with life, but it goes down from the Sea of Galilee to the lowest spot on the earth surface, the Dead Sea. There's nowhere for it to escape. Nothing lives, because it doesn't give out. You aren't going to just take in, and not give out.

You will be like the Sea of Galilee, pouring out. So take notes, because you will be preaching from today. I got the fright of my life. I'm going to preach. I got scared. Of course, God wants us to, but I didn't think on the day we arrived there, they took us to street corners.

Have you ever stood in a street corner, brother, and preached? Brother, I got the fright of my life. Oh, these people just looking at us, and cheering, and carrying on, and oh, there were hundreds of screaming pastors, terminus with a rail, and I stood there, and he says, you, Daniel, young Keith Daniel, come and preach.

I said, no. What do you mean, no? I don't stand on a street corner, and scream at people. I'm a Presbyterian. The Presbyterians do not do that on street corners. This principal looked at me, Presbyterian?

You're saved, man. Don't you say no to me. That's a nice way to start, being pushed into preaching. Everybody's looking at me in shame, all the students standing behind me, all these thronging people, so I stood there, and what am I going to say?

So I prayed a little prayer in my heart, help me God, and as I started preaching, every single bus, so it's just, I don't know how this happened, even they all spoke about it from then for many months, dead silence.

The hundreds just stopped walking, all standing there, but there was a deathly silence. There wasn't a bus of about 40 buses left. As I started, and I looked, and everyone was looking at me, not moving, no speaking, and I had hundreds of people.

I couldn't believe it, and I started speaking, stammering at first, but everything I could say of my salvation and scriptures I was knowing already, and I just knew God was there. Afterwards, I said to this principal, forgive me for saying no.

I never thought you would ever ask me to stand in a street corner. Forgive me, he said, I've never in my life ever known such a thing to happen in an open-air meeting. God is with you, Bob. That shook me.

We were preaching all the time, we were listening. One day they told us we had to go to prisons, yeah, and reformatories, these correction schools, and so I was there with this one little group, about 40 young boys.

Most of them were murderers, funny enough, at that tender age, too young to go to prison, but I would love to speak to them. They had now all these young theological students across Cape Town, would stand there, and this big Dutch reformed man would send us all to where he wanted us across this big reformatory, the largest in southern Africa, probably Africa, and one day I'm coming there with my little sermon to preach to these young boys, getting excited that God's giving me a little something, all the illustrations of scriptures, praying about it, longing to bring them to Christ.

Preaching Christ to Hardened Prisoners

Some of them had come to Christ. Well, one day, this big man telling us all, he says, listen young Daniel, you won't be going to those young boys that side, you're going to that side of the reformatory, to the worst boys in the entire place.

They're big, they're bigger than you, and most of them, a good amount of them, have killed someone, but you're going. I said, no thanks, not me, please, just send someone else. I can take these young fellows, but don't you, don't you argue with me.

That's the way to speak to a young preacher that doesn't want to speak, you see. Don't you argue with me, and don't waste my time. Go. There's warders, there's some police, they take you to this place.

Go. God will help you. Go. So I walked away very sheepishly, feeling rather bad. I got to this big building, and there was a big steel door. It was so big it looked like a vault, and he opens this one warder, opens it up, and he says to me, go in, they're waiting for you.

Go and preach. So I said, are you not coming with me? No, you're all alone. He says, well, it wasn't very nice. No, you're all alone. So I walk in, and there's about 60 boys sitting in a half circle in this big hall, and they're all looking at me as I walk in.

Didn't stand up, and he bangs these big steel doors behind me, and locks. Now, I did look scared, and that's the last thing you should ever do when you start preaching. Okay, they saw this fellow who looks younger than them, because I had a very young face.

I was scared, so they started laughing. That's not nice to do to a person, but they laughed, and they really laughed, just openly beginning to laugh and tugging themselves. So I had a little prayer. I started to preach, and they were laughing and laughing.

So I said, you know, I might look that I'm not been through things, but I have had hard times, and God had to save me from destroying myself. I was close to death when God reached out to me, just hanging on to life, and God mercifully saved me.

So the one boy said with a loud voice, you don't tell us you were wicked. You look like an angel. They all laughed again. So I stood there, and I said, listen, I didn't come here just for the opportunity to speak.

I came here, and my heart is burning that God will reach every one of your hearts and bring you to Christ. Now, I know I can't do that, but that's why I'm here, and I want you to listen to me, and then I quoted a verse I'd learned at the Bible school about hell, judgment on those who will not turn to God, and who will not obey the gospel of Christ.

I quoted the verse. There's one big boy. He was a big boy. He had scars all over his face. He jumped up, and he grabbed this boy sitting next to him, and he threw him, that it was like a somersault, onto the ground.

He jumps on top of him. He starts hitting him. All the boys stand up, screaming with laughter, and like a fight, you know. No warders, no police to stop. Oh, here he is. He looks up at me. He says, he can't help you.

In our language in Africa, that means he's going to hell. Wow, you know. Well, they're all screaming. Now, I looked at this fellow on the floor, on top of this other boy, hitting him, screaming. All the others jumping up, screaming with laughter, and I, what am I going to do?

I was trembling. I was shaking like a leaf, and I felt so helpless, and I did something. For the first time, I cried to God from my heart. I cried to God with as much desperation from my heart for them, as I had cried for my own soul.

I'd never done that until this moment. It was such a desperation. It was a cry of agony, crying out in my heart, God, don't let this opportunity be wasted. It's my only moment that I'll ever stand in front of these boys.

I'll never be given this again. Don't let this, because of my weakness and inability, God, I'm helpless. Please don't just leave me. Help me. Help me somehow to reach them, and as I prayed that, I found myself doing something I never would have done in my life.

I raised my voice so loud that I also got frightened. I was shaking, and I began to weep, and as I wept, I cried out in a way that I never believed I would speak to any human in my life with such boldness, but such compassion, and brokenness, and clinging to God.

Suddenly, they all sat down. I suppose I spoke 10 minutes. I don't think more, and I had to stop when I heard them wailing and sobbing under conviction. The one boy got down from his front seat, the boy with all the scars that hit this boy, and he fell down on his face.

I've never seen that before, and I would be unnerved if I was short in a meeting, and on his face, he sobbed so loud. He stopped and sobbed. He'd never ever had one moment in his life that he had ever respected a preacher, ever respected what was being said, or ever took it to heart, and in moments, this man was so convicted and so fearful of God's judgment and of God's love for him, that he was on his face sobbing, and when he was on his face, the rest were standing and tears were just pouring down, a few of them sobbing just openly.

They all looked at each other with open mouths. Nobody believed what was happening. These boys had to put on a bravado. That's the only way to survive, no matter how weak and destroyed they are in their hearts.

The art would mean nothing, let me tell you. I learned that the fastest to come to Christ are those who are the hardest. I learned that too, but I didn't know that that day, not yet. I said, listen, I don't know what to do here, but I'm going to do something as best as I can.

I want every one of you that have courage, because this will take more courage than anything you've ever done or ever will do in your life again. In a place like this, this would cost courage. Every one of you that have courage enough to give your life to God, as I gave my life to God, in brokenness and then totally destroyed by sin, but I gave it.

I want every one of you to do that in a way that you never take your life back from God to the day you die. Counting that cost, no matter what happens to you, it's going to cost you in a place like this.

You will pay for coming and kneeling down with me before God and giving your life to him in such a way. You will pay, you know that. It will cost you in a place like this, doing that. That's why it takes courage.

The weaklings, you won't come. You're too weak to stand against the crowd. You're too weak to be mocked. You're too weak to make a stand against the tide of sin, even if you go to hell. All you weaklings won't come, but you with courage, anyone with courage enough to do that, no matter what it costs them, and it's going to cost you.

Come now and kneel down and I'll pray with you for God to save your soul from hell and your life from wasted on rubbish and sin. The first one to come was that boy on his face, who had hit that boy, and he went back on his face, dropping.

Five others came, six, all on their knees apart from the one in his face, all weeping, the rest all standing, not one, the tears not pouring down their faces, some openly crying in shock as they said, but they didn't come.

But the sixth that came, I knelt with, and I said, pray after me. All I know is to pray what I prayed to God, and God saved my soul. Now I'm going to pray it, and you pray word for word, and I went from one to the other.

The one on his face couldn't pray, so I put my hand on his shoulder, and I prayed for him, and then I went. Time went on. In the theological seminar one afternoon, sorry, one morning, yes, it was just a knock at my door in our study period.

We had the lectures in the morning. Here I was in the room now. I opened the door. It was the principal of the theological seminar. He says, Heath, get your Bible, get your jacket, come with me. We go, we get in his car, we're driving.

I said, where are we going? You're going to preach. You're going to preach to a lot of people. You're going to preach at the reformatory, the correctional school. The principal has phoned me and said, six boys gave their lives to God when you were preaching, and he said, I have been here so many, many years, and I've never seen anything in my life, in the history of this place, or in my career, as what has happened to those six boys.

He said, one of your students was preaching, and six boys, but they are the worst in the entire reformatory. Actually, I've never known worse boys in my life in this reformatory. Everyone lives in fear of life.

Even the police and wardens live in fear of their lives through these boys. They're so wicked, so hardened. The worst boys in this reformatory history, to my knowledge, have given themselves to God. But listen carefully.

They have so changed that the entire place, the entire place is in dead silence. I've never seen this down the alleys, down the corridors, going to the different classes, etc. No one's speaking. In the hostel, no one's speaking.

The police are stunned. They don't know what to do. They don't know how to handle this. No one is speaking. There's a deathly silence at who has given their lives to God, and the change in their lives is so radical, they're shocked to silence from the people they lived in fear of their lives.

They're shocked at the change. The principal said, I'm going to stop the whole school, every class, everything. They're in the hall, bring them, and let them speak to the whole. Let's hope what happened to those six boys will happen to the school.

So you're going to preach. So I looked at this principal and I said, but I haven't got a message. He looks at me and says, it doesn't matter. God will give you a message. So he's driving on. So I'm trembling and I said, that's nice to say, but I haven't got a message.

I just don't have, I'm a student and I can pull out from my heart on the street corners now and in the hospitals and the pulpits, little testimonies, but a message to a whole school. So now we go, we walk in and they stand, hundreds and hundreds of boys.

All the police, warders, everybody, all the staff, the principal, all stand. Now they sit in the front row on this side were these six boys. Now their faces were just aglow because they knew all this was because of them.

They knew the whole school stopped because of them and their faces just glowed with joy as I walked in there, smiling at me. So I greeted them. Anyway, now I sit. Now what, what are we going to do? I don't know what to preach.

Brother, have you ever stood in the pulpit? You don't know what to say. Well, there I was. So I'm crying to God, help me God. Everybody's waiting and they're waiting for about two minutes now and haven't said a word.

I'm just looking and I'm thinking what to say and suddenly in my heart, this was very precious to me, it actually turned my entire ministry, a ministry that began that would open up pulpits across the whole world because of what God did in my heart that day.

Isaiah 53 and the Sufficiency of Scripture

Just read Isaiah 53. It was impressed in my heart. I didn't hear voices, thank God, otherwise you'd have to run once a person starts talking in my portion, but in my heart there was a strong impression.

Just read Isaiah 53, the axle upon which the whole Bible revolves. Take it out, there's no axle to hold the whole Bible together. Isaiah 53, the most vital and important chapter in the entire Bible, written 500 years before Christ died, why he died, how he would die, and what God required from us through that death.

And so I turned and I began to read concerning Christ's death. All we like sheep have gone astray, we've turned everyone to his own way, and the Lord has laid on him the iniquity of us all. He was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities, as the sizement of our peace was upon him with his stripes, we are healed.

I went on just reading verse upon verse upon verse. I got to two verses before the end of the chapter of Isaiah 53 and I had to stop because there was so much weeping that I couldn't hear myself. People stood up all over in shock, the principal, just looking at this life.