Conrad Rocks | Spiritual Warfare, Supernatural Faith & Kingdom Living

Avoiding the Snare of Distraction Have you ever felt like you were running a race with lead weights tied to your ankles? You know God has called you to a specific task. You feel the fire in your bones, the clarity of the commission, and the weight of the "yes" you gave to the Lord. But then, the phone rings. An old friend has a "crisis" that isn't really a crisis. A neighbor wants to debate a theological point that doesn't lead to any fruit. Or perhaps, another "spiritual" person comes along with a word that sounds good but feels just a little bit off. Before you know it, you are exhausted. Your energy is spent, your focus is shattered, and that mission God gave you? It’s sitting on the shelf, gathering dust. You’ve been fighting, sure. You’ve been "working," absolutely. But you’ve been engaged in what I call unnecessary warfare . This is the trap of being busy in the spirit without being obedient to the Spirit. It is the subtle a...

Blasting Religious Bias I remember sitting in a quiet room years ago, surrounded by stacks of commentaries and leather-bound books that promised to unlock the mysteries of the Kingdom. I had a hunger in my belly, but I was trying to feed it with the dry crackers of human intellect. I thought that if I just read enough of the "experts," I would finally arrive at the truth. I was looking for a formula, a system, or a degree to validate what I was reading in the pages of my Bible. But the more I leaned on the "popular" takes of the day, the further I felt from the actual heartbeat of God. Have you ever felt like you’re doing everything "right" by the book, yet your spiritual life feels like a desert? You listen to the big-name preachers, you follow the crowd, and you defer to the scholars, but there is still a nagging sense that something is missing. That pain you feel is the friction between your spirit and the man-made presupposi...

Occult Deception The screen flickers with a "harmless" show about teenage witches, or perhaps a movie where the vampire is the misunderstood hero. It seems like entertainment, but beneath the surface, a deadly hook is being set. The Pain: The High Cost of "Harmless" Curiosity Many are drawn to the supernatural because they want power, healing, or knowledge without the "restriction" of submitting to the Lordship of Jesus Christ. I know this path because I walked it. I delved into the New Age, seeking the supernatural, only to find myself ensnared by the demonic. This fascination isn't just a hobby; it is a doorway. What starts as a "spiritual exploration" quickly turns into oppression, addiction, and spiritual misery. Even within the Church, I see believers mesmerized by "signs and lying wonders," mistakenly believing they can study the darkness to understand the light. "Even ...

 Full-Blown Paganism in the Church Welcome, welcome, welcome to another edition of coffee with Conrad. Pull up a chair and get comfortable. I’m sitting here with my mug, looking out at the world, and I’ve got something heavy on my heart today. My passion, as many of you know, is for you to have a genuine, spiritual relationship with the biblical Jesus. Not a cultural Jesus, not a tradition-soaked Jesus, but the One found in the pages of your Bible. But there is a problem—a glaring, massive problem—that we seem to walk past every single year without a second thought. I remember a few years ago, I was sitting in a friend's living room. The sun was dipping low, casting long shadows across the floor, and the television was humming in the background. A commercial came on for a local megachurch. A man, who I knew to be a leader in that congregation, appeared on the screen. He wasn't wearing a suit or a robe. He had squeezed himself into a giant, fuzzy, white Easter Bunny costume. He...

Listen to "Pensacola & Menge Weekend" on Spreaker. #TeamJesus in Pensacola this weekend.  And Menge Flea Market. Kingdom Connections made; Friend them on Facebook; We met Kevin Riordan; Street Preacher named Bruce; People were mad at this preacher; http://bit.ly/BrucePreaching Vietnam Vet get's healed at a stoplight; Not phased by rejection; Prayed for man with a bad neck; Prayed for people in the Laundromat; Some people just need a hug; Talking about Jesus at Menge; Prayed for a lady at Menge; Meet Doug Hanson at Menge; Bruce and Baruch in Jeremiah;

The Science of Repentance  I was sitting across from my wife, Susan, the other morning, wrapping my hands around a hot mug of coffee. You know how it is when you’re staring down a goal and you’ve done well, but that last little bit feels like a mountain you just can’t summit? I told her, "Susan, I don’t know if I’m going to lose those last five pounds by my birthday. I’ve dropped fifty-five, but I’m struggling." She looked at me with that simple, cheerleader-in-high-school clarity and said, "Oh, that’s easy. Just stop snacking." I just sat there. I think I actually blinked a few times in silence. Stop snacking? It sounds so simple, right? But inside of me, there is a "Cookie Monster" that lives and breathes. To me, peanut butter and crackers are a spiritual experience. My subconscious paradigm is wired to think that a snack is always a good idea. I remembered hearing Arnold Schwarzenegger once say that when he needs to cut weight, he just stops eating. I...

 Standing in the Storm The sky over Gautier, Mississippi, was turning that heavy, bruised shade of purple-grey that usually means you ought to be inside. For hours, my phone had been blowing up with alerts—tornado warnings, severe thunderstorm watches, the whole nine yards. You know how it is; the "experts" tell you the world is ending tomorrow, but you look outside and it’s just a beautiful day. I looked at my wife, Susan, and said, "Let’s go for a walk while we can. Tomorrow isn’t guaranteed." We went for that walk, enjoying the calm before the literal storm. But this morning, reality caught up with the forecast. The wind started picking up, howling through the trees, and the thunder began that deep, rhythmic growl that vibrates right in your chest. Susan was getting ready for work, frantically searching for an umbrella. We finally found the one—just one—and she headed out. I stayed behind, phone in hand, realizing that there’s no better time to talk about the s...