A Jew being healed by His messiah.

Looking for those who are sick and lame has become a hobby of mine. I have come to the reality that I shall lay hands on the sick and they shall recover.

 

 

The first half of the day we spent our time touring Jerusalem in Israel. After seeing King David’s Tomb, The Upper Room, and Golgotha, the place Jesus was crucified, we scheduled some time to do some shopping at the Market in the Old City. The old city market looks something like the markets in the Disney movie Aladdin. Earlier this year, over the summer, when I was in this market I encountered a Muslim that was left in tears after sharing my testimony. But this time I had several options to make Yeshua (Jesus) famous! One story I would like to share with you is of a Jewish man being healed by his Messiah. I walked into another story of the market looking at the different fabrics they sold. There was a man sitting in the corner with his arm and hand close to his chest. I could feel him watching me so I glanced at him with a huge smile and nodded. He asked where I was from and what I did as a job. I responded with my job description “Sir, I live in America but I travel the world and love people. I also pray for the lame and sick and see them get healed”. Automatically he went into defense mode and asked what religion I was.  I shared with him that I believe in Jesus the Messiah, The father in Heaven, and Holy Spirit. Scratching his head he asked me if would donate money to a little boy that was an orphan because his parents were shot at the border of Egypt.  He told me he supports this boy and he accepts donations for him.  I reached into my pocket and pull out all the sheickles I had and gave them to the man. Then he pointed to his arm and shoulder and said pray.  I am in so much pain I cant move it. I knelt in front of him laid my hand on his shoulder prayed then asked him to check it.  With a grin ear to ear he did several full circles with his arm then moved his hand. God completely healed him.  In amazement he kept moving it to be sure that it was real. I told him, “Sir, Yeshua just healed your arm, He loves you that much. SO much that he came to earth endure humiliation and the brutal painful death of the cross, so that by His stripes your shoulder and arm would be healed this day. You’re a big deal to Him.” He replied “I thank God for sending you to me this day”. I asked his permission if I could take a video of Him sharing to the camera how God healed him. As we are filming I did a small intro telling the viewers that a Jewish man got healed. He yelled in correction, “I am a Christian!” My heart burst with excitement, sometime from when I shared my testimony and after he was healed this man accepted Jesus. Yes! Yes! Yes! This story reminded me something about a story in Acts 3 where Peter and John told a man “sliver and gold I don’t have, but such as I do have in the name of Jesus raise up and walk” and the man that had been crippled all his life was healed. This man in the market asked for money and healing and he received both.  We must make the word of God our reality. 

Just a sweet story from Uganda

I found myself so full of God after the night service at The Miracle Center located in Kampala, Uganda. I couldn’t bare to eat. I spend some time introducing myself and connecting with people with great influence in Africa. Then I made my way to the prayer meeting. Mind you we have been having church almost all day and had just finished a 4 hour meeting. This prayer meeting wasn’t mandatory for anyone to go but still there were hundreds found spending time with the Lord. As I was looking around my surroundings at those who were pressing after God, I felt a small hand on my shoulder. I looked and it was Deaigo. Deaigo was a little boy that I had danced with during worship that morning. With his white smile grinning at me, he sat next to me, holding my hand, studying it, looking at how different mine was from his. He asked “May you stay all night here to pray?” I told him I couldn’t. He nodded in understanding. I asked him If he was going home. He hesitated and told me he was staying all night for prayer. Then I put my hand on his back. As I place my hand on his boney back the Lord shared with me his home condition. He had a mean drunk father and a mother that put up with his fathers mess. Deaigo was hungry. Of course for food but also love and affirmation. So I held him close with no words to say until I knew the Lord was using my touch as a vessel of His Perfect Love. After I could literally feel the warmth of Papa God’s love on the inside of my palms be released to Deaigos heart, I looked at him, hugged him and told him I loved him. In response he smiled. Knowing he was hungry, I asked if he wanted some jackfruit. He did so I ran to our guest room grabbed two and half hand fulls of the jackfruit stuffed it in my pockets and brought it to him. I sat there as he ate, loving the opportunity to love on him. Then my driver came to get me, telling me it was time to go. With tears in Deaigos eyes, I told him goodbye, hugged his little neck as I prayed for protection upon his life. Then walked to the vehicle. This is one of the many sweet stories that happened in Uganda.

My Trip to Africa & Israel.

I wanted to fill you in on some of the amazing opportunities the Lord has provided for me recently alongside Eddie James Ministries. Most recently I have been given the opportunity to travel to Africa and Israel to spread the good news of Jesus from December 6^th-28^th. In both Africa and Israel the majority of our time will be spent doing street ministry.  In Africa we will be staying at an orphanage that houses children with HIV. In the last week and a half I have prayed for nine people to be healed of various body mutations and sickness and Jesus has healed them. So I am believing for children to be healed during our stay at the orphanage in Africa. In Israel we have been invited to a special event in Bethlehem to lead worship for an hour and a half before an audience of 150,000 people on Christmas Eve. This worship service will be aired worldwide on NBC, in front of millions.

I have been to Israel before, and loved the experience. I would like to share a short story with you of how God allowed me to minister to a Muslim man while we were there previously:

I was walking in the market looking for the most native item I could find to take back with me as a token of my trip. As I was searching, the man who owned the store approached me. He looked me up and down mumbling the words, “ver’dy nice, are you gay?” With excitement I answered his question saying, “No, I used to be but 2 years ago Jesus Christ set me free!” The man, with a puzzled look on his face, waved for me to come back behind a curtain. Was it safe to go back there? No, but my desire for this man to hear the love and testimony of Jesus Christ was enough for me not to consider my safety.  I continued to share with him about how good God is and how faithful and constant He has been with my heart. I told him that God has completely changed me, and that I have fully fallen in love with Him. As I was sharing, tears began to form in the eyes of this Muslim man. He began to ask questions and I gave him answers. Unfortunately, he straightened up on his stool and put a stop sign over his heart. The man ended up waving me out, not wanting to hear it any longer. But I was able to leave him with a seed of love in his heart.

I share this to display the fruit of what God does when I say yes. I am saying yes to this upcoming mission trip to Africa and Israel, but I also need people like you to say yes in making this trip a possibility. The total cost for my trip is $5,000. I have done the math and if 50 people sow a hundred dollars into this mission trip it will be completely paid off. If you cant give a hundred, I completely understand.  But please do give. Every donation, no matter how big or small, is needed for me to go to the nations with the gospel.

If you have any further questions please email me at kegankg@aol.com or you may call me at 256-476-4184. If you would like to give by check/money order, my mom Mindy Watson will receive all donations and place them in my Mission account due to me not staying at a physical address longer than a week while traveling.  The address to her residence is 191 Ables Way #16, Mt. Washington, KY 40047. Please make the check/money order payable to Kegan Wesley, and note “Missions” on the memo line. Thank you for your time and consideration to respond to this letter.

My story.

I have been consumed by the love of Jesus so this blog will most likely be as well. Before you rush to click the x button take a minute and read. Maybe what I have to say about Him is different than what has been thrown at you to get you to straighten up or to persuade you to go to church with your parents. Some of you know exactly what I am talking about. I want to share with you who Jesus is to me and what He has done for me.
In the fourth grade, I was influenced to preform sexual acts with older boys and sometime later I was influenced by a women as well. I was young, confused, and questioned which path I was suppose to take. Was I supposed to have sexual relationships with men or women? So I chose both. I didn’t necessarily want to be in these relationships… it’s just all I knew. I was teased about being gay in elementary school and would always deny it but I knew my mind was tormented by homosexual thoughts. The teasing began to cease when my popularity status grew throughout middle school and in high school. But even during this time, I was involved in sexual relationships with men and women. In middle school, I gave in to peer pressure, got drunk at a party, and found myself smoking marijuana. Before I knew it, getting high had become an addiction for me. I found myself using marijuana as a source of comfort. I had developed a mindset that marijuana was essential to get through life. I asked myself what I was doing and wanted to quit but gave in when my friends offered to smoke. I didn’t understand that I was inviting destruction into my life. I had an emptiness within that I was trying to fill with sexual relationships, drugs, popularity, and parties but they always left me half empty. Some nights I would cry myself to sleep because I hated who I was. I didn’t want to be gay! I didn’t want to be messed up! But I didn’t know how to fix it.

One weekend, my mom told me about an Eddie James “concert,” and said I should I go. I went not knowing what I was about to experience. The whole ride up I was expressing to God how desperate I was for Him to encounter me. I wanted to know He was real and that He could set me free. I remember watching the members of EJM worship. I saw the love and the passion that they had for this man named Jesus. Later in service, several of them shared testimonies of God setting them free from different things that had bound them. One of them shared that God had set him free from drug addiction and another shared that he had been set free from homosexuality. My heart leaped with faith! During the alter call I walked up weeping in desperation. In that moment I experienced God! The blood of Jesus set me completely free from homosexuality and drug addiction! Not only did He free me but I tasted of His goodness and fell in love with Him. He has completely changed my way of thinking and all of my desires. “He that is in Christ is a new creation, old things pass away, and all becomes new.” Now, I know God as my Papa, Best Friend, and the lover of my soul.

To make a long story short, Eddie got in contact with me and asked me to join the EJM team. For two and a half years, I have been sexually pure and haven’t touched drugs. God has elevated me to speak to multitudes. I have stood on platforms and spoke to over 22,000 people about the freedom Jesus has to offer. God has sent me all around the world to express His love to His people. I say this only to share with you that if you choose Him and give everything you have to Him then He will set you free and place you on a wild passionate journey of discovering who He is and who you are.

My first blog.

I wanted my first blog to be special. I want it to be so special that i found myself having seven first blog posts prepared but didnt want to use even one of them. Though i think they are great blogs and are completely inspired by Holy Spirit i always brought myself to the excuse it wasnt a first blog fit. So instead of compromising and just posting one of the seven, i have decided to simply welcome you to my blog. I hope that my blog will encourage and inspire you in many ways, but mostly in the Lord.