Conrad Rocks | Spiritual Warfare, Supernatural Faith & Kingdom Living

  I remember sitting in my car in Jackson, Mississippi, my head resting heavy on the steering wheel. The humidity was thick enough to wear, and my spirit felt even heavier. I had been out in the park all day, trying to "do ministry" for Jesus, but everything felt like a grind. Have you ever been there? You’re doing the right things, saying the right words, but inside, you feel like you’re just hitting a brick wall. I was trying to force the Gospel on people in my own strength, and I was getting those "checks" in my spirit—that internal alarm that tells you you’re operating in the flesh instead of the flow. The pain point many of us face is that we treat our walk with God like a textbook study. we think if we memorize enough apologetic arguments or follow a rigid 10-step plan for evangelism, we’ll see the "results" we read about in the Book of Acts. But the truth is, the Kingdom of God isn't a classroom; it's a relationship. When we rely solely on ...

  The Sound of Snapping Metal and Silent Churches Imagine you are an eight-year-old boy, sitting alone, just trying to make sense of a world that already feels a bit more "crowded" than adults say it is. I remember sitting there when a voice, clear as a bell, whispered to my mind, "Look at the kickstand on your dad's bike." I turned my head, fixing my eyes on that heavy piece of metal. As I stared, I heard a sharp crack , and that metal kickstand snapped right in half, falling to the pavement. I was stunned. I ran inside, my heart racing, yelling for my family to come see. I told them exactly what happened—that a voice told me to look and then the metal broke. Do you know what they did? They didn't believe me. They thought I had somehow broken it myself and was making up a wild story to cover my tracks. That is the first pain point so many of us experience: the supernatural is manifesting all around us, but the people we trust most—often including our lead...

Recap for #TeamJesus Susan and I went to Texas for vacation and came back raring to do some ministry. Patty came over and we made goodie bags for the homeless. Patty brought a lot of peanut butter and Jelly so we made a bunch of sandwiches to give out. Doug and Joseph came over and we fellowshipped. We then prayed about where to go. The Lord directed us to the Biloxi lighthouse and the bus station. We stumbled upon a nice gentleman named Curtis. He had been attacked recently by a man with a baseball bat. His back was broken. We prayed for healing and gave him a goodie bag. He was really nice, and told us a joke about Forrest Gump going to heaven. Please pray for Curtis. He is really having a rough time of it. The homeless people can be brutal to each other. If you remember, there was a man that was attacked by a machete in Pascagoula. We got him a tent because he had to sleep outside in the cold. Apparently, there is a man that is attacking homeless ...

You know, I have a passion for you to have a spiritual relationship with the biblical Jesus, and lately, the Lord has been dealing with me about the very act of thinking itself. Have you ever stopped to think about your thinking? It sounds like a tongue twister, but it is perhaps the most vital skill in the believer's arsenal. We are living in a time where the world is desperate to do your thinking for you. If you aren't careful, you’ll find yourself moving through life on a script written by someone who doesn't have your soul’s best interest at heart. I remember recently posting a question on Facebook that ruffled a few feathers. I asked, "Do you think Adam had a photographic memory before the Fall?" It sounds like a "crazy Conrad" question, doesn't it? But pay attention now, because there is a rock of revelation hidden in that inquiry. Most of us spend our lives struggling to remember where we put our car keys or what we walked into the kitchen for...

  I remember the dust of West Texas and the heavy, wooden silence of the pews I sat in as a boy. It was a cessationist world—clean, orderly, and entirely convinced that the "scary stuff" in the Bible had stayed in the first century. But while the preachers were busy explaining away the miracles of the book of Acts, I was in my bedroom, just a child, experiencing things that didn't fit into their neat little boxes. I was under spiritual attack. I felt the cold, oppressive weight of demonic presence before I even had the vocabulary to name it. The pain point for many of us is the terrifying gap between what we read in the Word of God and what we see—or don't see—in our local churches. You read about a Jesus who heals the blind and casts out devils, then you go to a service where the greatest "supernatural" event is a well-timed choir special. When I brought my experiences to the "experts" in that cessationist environment, they didn't offer me pr...

  Have you ever felt like you were just one step away from the edge? Not just a metaphorical edge, but the kind of abyss where the silence is so heavy it feels like it might actually crush the life out of you? Maybe you're carrying a secret pain, a trauma from your childhood, or a mistake from your past that you're certain disqualifies you from ever being used by God. You look at the "perfect" people in the pews and think, "If they only knew what I've done—or what's been done to me—they'd walk the other way." That weight of shame is a muzzle. It's a spiritual gag that the enemy uses to keep you from the very thing that could set someone else free: your testimony. We live in a world that is aching and screaming for reality, yet we often hide behind religious masks because we're afraid that our "mess" is too big for the "message." We feel empty, rejected, and alone, wondering if the supernatural power of Jesus is somet...