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Book Excerpt
"I stopped in the
middle of the concourse, parked my rolling garment bag, stood behind it,
and lifted both my hands toward heaven. Oblivious to the crowd passing right and left,
in my best teaching voice, I exclaimed, ³Jesus! I am on your business.
You can help me now! Wherever that bag is and whoever has it is known to
you. DISPATCH AN ANGEL AND GET IT BACK FOR ME! NOW! QUICKLY! Or my flight
will leave without me! I began to walk, slowly repeating these words
aloud: ³I take dominion over the enemy of my mission, in Jesus name.² My
eyes panned right and left, searching for a glimpse of that gray bag. As I
started to walk, my mind still did not want to believe it had happened to
me. My eyes convinced my mind when they looked, once again, at the empty
space where the bag had been placed. I continued to walk. I really didn't
know where I was going or what I should do. I glanced at my watch, then at
the gate numbers. I was walking in the opposite direction of my gate and
the clock was ticking toward take-off time when my eye caught sight of a
man standing against the wall of the concourse."
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