Exposing Satan's Playbook The Perry Stone

traveling about fifty-five miles an hour and topped a hill where he slammed into a car that was in the road without any brake lights. Dad bent the steering wheel across the drive shaft, and Mom’s head broke the windshield and her kneecap was crushed by impact with the dashboard. At their feet lay their two-year-old son in a pile of broken glass. Mom thought the lad was dead, and a great sorrow swept over her. When the fellow began crying for his shoe that had come off his foot by the impact of the crash, Mom knew he was OK. I was the little fellow that survived an impact into the dashboard. Dad and I discussed this accident many times, and prior to his journey to heaven he reminded me, “Son, when we had that car accident, I was starting a new church in West Virginia, and I thought the enemy was trying to hinder my ministry as the accident set me back awhile. However, I now believe you were the ultimate target, because your ministry has gone around the world, and my work centered just in small local churches.” When my sister Diana was young, the doctor gave her penicillin, not knowing she was allergic to the drug. The reaction was so severe that Mom and Dad were uncertain if she would survive. Prayer became the weapon of war to defeat this physical battle between life and possible premature death. Many of the early healing revivalists of the late 1940s and 1950s had stories of their own miraculous deliverance, which became a motivation for the compassion they felt toward the sick and suffering. This was before the days of advanced medicine and surgical procedures used by today’s medical