It was March 1994, and some of what had begun in Toronto was starting to infiltrate America. We hadn’t heard any details yet, so we weren't expecting anything significant.

 

In early March, we attended a Sunday service at Desert Vineyard. Larry Randolph was the guest speaker. He spoke about the pockets of Renewal breaking out all over, especially in Toronto. Some people began to laugh as he spoke. As he ministered to others, some were slain in the Spirit amidst the laughter.

 

I felt somewhat disappointed by my experience. What I saw seemed a little like the late 1970s. But, I couldn't pinpoint why I felt uneasy. After lunch back at the Ranch, I decided to sit in my chair at the end of the hill. I needed some one-on-one time with the Lord.

 

“Why Lord? Why do I feel this sense of disappointment? It’s almost as if I didn’t like what I saw.”

I reflected on the late 1970s when I had experienced the Lord so tangibly. But this felt different—though not entirely so. I was confused. I sat in silence until I felt a sudden wave of conviction.

 

“I am sorry Lord. I confess that I don’t know everything about You. I’m unsure if this is truly You or not. Please show me. If this is You Lord, I want to receive all that You wish to bless me with. If it’s not from You, let it pass me by. Please help me avoid becoming sceptical when You move. Let Your kingdom come, and let Your will be done. In the name of Jesus, Amen.”

 

As I prayed, I felt the peace of God envelop me, and I sensed a gentle breeze around me.