As he passed by, he saw a man blind from
birth. And his disciples asked him, “Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his
parents, that he was born blind?” (John 9:1,2)
The other day I was involved in an
impromptu worship session with a group of people from many different Christian
backgrounds. While I love to fellowship
with Christian brothers and sisters, there have been times where I’ve felt
uncomfortable about certain things that go on in situations like this. This last time was no exception. The worship was paused for a time of
prayer. Without asking for it, one woman
was put on the spot by her friend saying she needed prayer. So she went to the middle of the room where
people laid hands on her and one man prayed for her. Out of nowhere, this man began to pray for release
from both demonic oppression and generational curses. It was at this point that I kind of just shut
down emotionally from the group. Theologically
I knew that I was too far apart to continue in true fellowship.