Conrad Rocks | Spiritual Warfare, Supernatural Faith & Kingdom Living

I remember standing on a busy street corner in Mobile, Alabama, feeling my heart hammer against my ribs like a trapped bird. I had a sign in my hand that read "REPENT," and honestly, I felt like I was standing there naked. It was a "dare" moment—one of those times where the Holy Spirit nudges you so hard you either have to jump or live with the regret of staying on the shore. Beside me stood Joseph McFarland, a man who has become a brother in every sense of the word. We were nervous, looking at the bus station, looking at the crowds, wondering if we were about to be embraced or executed. You see, many of us sitting in the pews every Sunday feel that same tug. We want the "more" of God. We want to see the sick healed, the broken restored, and the supernatural reality of the Bible manifest in our daily lives. But then the "what ifs" start screaming. What if people laugh? What if I'm not "spiritual" enough? What if the devil decides t...

My buddy Joseph and I had a bet on who could lose the most weight in a month. The loser was supposed to carry the #Jesus sign from Walmart Ocean Springs to Jerry Lee's Grocery, Inc.. This is a bet we both wanted to lose so we didn't even bother to weigh in. We lifted up the Name of #Jesus for seven miles on April 15th 2018.

The silence in my house can be a beautiful thing, but after seventy-two hours without sleep, the silence starts to play tricks on you. I was sitting in my usual spot, the weight of the world and the demands of ministry pressing down on me, when the spiritual atmosphere shifted. If you’ve ever pushed your body to the limit, you know that blurry edge where the physical world starts to bleed into the supernatural. I’ve seen some crazy things in those moments—sometimes it’s the enemy trying to get a foothold, even demons whispering your name just to rattle your cage—but this was different. This wasn't a distraction. It was a piercing, holy clarity that cut through my exhaustion like a hot knife through butter. I heard a phrase in my spirit that stopped my heart: "Shall I be inquired of at all by you?" It wasn’t a suggestion. It wasn't a "how are you doing, Conrad?" It was a double-barrel shotgun word from the Lord that struck me to the core of my being. Fear, ...

Developing a Spiritual Relationship with God  What do you do when your world starts crumbling around you and you realize, in a moment of sheer terror, that you really need God? I mean when you are totally, bone-deep desperate. We have all been there—those seasons where nothing seems to work, no one seems to care, and every friend you thought you had flees from you like you have the plague. Maybe you have even dug your own pit, or perhaps a snare just snapped shut on your life and you are left staring at the wreckage of your own choices. In those "hurricane junctures" of life, we often find ourselves falling on our faces in a prayer closet we haven't visited in years. We rub our pride in the dirt, we cry, we fast, and we pull out all the stops. But then a chilling realization sets in: you are screaming into the dark, and you don't actually know the voice of the Lord. You are dialing 911 for Jesus, but you realize you don't even recognize the Person on the other en...

Words of Knowledge! Let's Talk Bible!  I remember sitting at my desk, the air in the room suddenly feeling heavy, thick with a presence I couldn't quite name yet. I was writing down a date—March 11th—when suddenly, the room vanished. I wasn't in my chair anymore. I was in a trance, transported somewhere in the spirit realm, seeing things that hadn't happened yet. When I "woke up," my heart was hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. I started telling everyone I knew: "Something is coming on 3/11! It’s probably a terrorist attack! Fill up your cars, buy groceries, get ready!" I had the supernatural information, but I didn't have the heart of the Father behind it. When March 11th finally rolled around, the world watched in horror as the largest earthquake, tsunami, and nuclear meltdown in the history of Japan unfolded. I had seen the date, but I had misinterpreted the event. I had the "fact," but I lacked the relationship to ...

 Rob Decker - Testimony for Jesus I was scrolling through Instagram recently, just checking in on the community, when I came across a video of a man lifting heavy weights. Now, usually, that's just another day in the fitness world, but there was something different about this brother. As I watched Rob Decker move with strength and purpose, I knew I was looking at a living, breathing miracle. You see, the world—and the doctors—told Rob he would never lift weights again. They told him he’d be lucky to even walk. But we serve a God who has the final word over every medical report and every court summons. If you’ve ever felt like you hit rock bottom, only to look down and realize the floor just fell out from under you, then this story is for you. Maybe you’re struggling with an addiction that feels like a lead weight on your soul, or perhaps you’ve been betrayed by the very people who were supposed to love you. You might be sitting in a "pit" right now, wondering if Jesus e...

Is repenting really 'working'? What's up everybody, it's Conrad from ConradRocks.net . I was sitting at my desk the other night, the blue light of the computer screen reflecting off my glasses, watching the notifications "ping" as a poll I had posted began to gain a little bit of traction. I had asked a question that seems to make a lot of people in the church today a little bit leery: "Is repentance a work?" It’s a simple question on the surface, but it’s one that digs deep into the core of how we understand our relationship with Jesus. I watched as the votes trickled in—only about fourteen of them at first. It’s funny how people get cautious when you start talking about "works." We’ve been so conditioned to protect the doctrine of "grace alone" that sometimes we’re afraid to even define what it means to actually follow the Lord. My stepmom was the only one who liked the post initially, but the comments that followed were where ...