Sorrow Not! by Kenneth Copeland

Author:Kenneth Copeland
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Bible, Christ, Sorrow Not!, wisdom, deliverance, Jesus
Published: 2011-09-29T06:19:16+00:00

Let me tell you about an incident in our family that will show you clearly what I mean. It happened last year when Gloria's younger brother Stanley went to be with the Lord quite suddenly in a car wreck. His departure took us all by surprise.

Nobody was prepared for it.

When we got the news, the spirit of grief attacked like a flash, trying to get a foothold. I walked up and down my den floor fighting it in the name of Jesus. Every time my emotions would try to rise, I'd say, "No, no, no! I will not partake of sorrow. I partake of joy and gladness." Up and down I walked, praising God until it was whipped.

Once I got grief and sorrow out of the way, I began praying for Gloria's mother, Mary. As I prayed, the force of compassion came up on the inside of me so powerfully that it just gushed up through me, and when it did, I had a vision. I saw Stanley in heaven. I saw him just as plainly as I've ever seen anyone.

To fully appreciate that vision, you have to understand that Stanley was a brick and rock mason, a very powerful man physically, and he used to cut the sleeves out of his shirts. He worked hard with his arms, and you just couldn't get him to wear a shirt with sleeves in it.

When I saw him that day, he was running across a pasture. (Yes, a pasture! Heaven's not made out of clouds, you know. The earth is a spinoff of heaven, so the two look a lot alike.) Anyway, he was wearing a robe, a good-looking robe, and life was all over him. The wild thing was, that robe didn't have any sleeves in it!

Now isn't that just like Jesus to give Stanley a robe without any sleeves in it? When I saw him, the Lord spoke to me and said, "Tell Mary I snatched him out of that truck before the collision.

He never knew anything about it."

Here's what I want you to see. If I'd let grief and sorrow come in and take over the way they tried to, I wouldn't have been able to receive that wave of compassion; I wouldn't have been moved by God's power; and I certainly wouldn't have seen Stanley. I wouldn't have seen anything except grief and sorrow.

Those kinds of supernatural experiences don't come to you when you're squalling and bawling, yielding to the devil's henchmen. They don't come to you when you can be bought off with a two-bit rush of emotion called grief. They come to you when you're willing to fight the devil and live by faith, yielding to the Holy Spirit. They come when you refuse to give in to sorrow even when the devil puts the pressure on. Can you see how we've been robbing ourselves by playing the devil's deadly game?

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