Conrad Rocks | Spiritual Warfare, Supernatural Faith & Kingdom Living

  Introduction: The Doctrine the Pulpit Forgot What if the most loving thing your Father in Heaven ever does for you is the one truth almost no preacher will say out loud on a Sunday morning? I'm Conrad from ConradRocks.Net , and I want to walk through something with you that most modern Christians have never been taught — something that runs against a lot of what's being preached from the pulpit today. It's the reality of the chastening of the Lord. Divine discipline. The loving correction of a Father who refuses to let His children wander off a cliff while smiling and waving. Here's why this matters so much for your spiritual life and your walk with Jesus: if you don't understand chastening, you will misread the hardest seasons of your life. You'll either blame the devil for something God is doing, or blame God for something you opened the door to. Either way, you stay stuck. So let's get some knowledge — because "my people are destroyed for lack ...

I recently had a dream that I believe was definitely demonic. It was one of those dreams that carried more weight than a normal dream. It did not feel random. It felt like a warning. In the dream, I was actually asleep inside the dream. Then I woke up and saw someone there. It was not someone I knew personally, but I recognized the demonic entity behind them. The person was not the real issue. The spirit behind them was. And what stood out to me was this: they were not going to do anything to me while I was asleep. That may sound strange at first, but in the dream I understood that this represented a lower-level demonic spirit. It was watching. It was near. It had access to the area. But it was not taking full action yet. Then I heard them call on a higher-level demon to come and “do something about it.” That shook me. When I woke up, I began thinking about what the Lord may have been showing me. I do not claim to know everything about spiritual warfare. I am not Paul the Apostle....

The wind is whipping off the lake in Mississippi, and even though it is September (when I originally podcasted this in 2015), there is a distinct chill in the air that tells me autumn is clawing its way into the deep South. I am standing here, completely alone, in a little sanctuary I found where the only other living souls are the fish occasionally breaking the surface of the water with a silver flash. I love places like this. If there were people here, I probably wouldn’t be. I am here to storm heaven. I am here because I have been far too busy lately with "Martha stuff"—those endless personal tasks and logistical hurdles that demand our attention and try to choke out our spiritual life. Have you ever felt like you were running on empty? You are doing all the "Christian things," you are checking the boxes, but the anointing feels distant, and your prayers feel like they are bouncing off a brass ceiling. This is the pain of living in the soul and the flesh rather ...