Conrad Rocks | Spiritual Warfare, Supernatural Faith & Kingdom Living

  I’m sitting here in my studio, reflecting on the deeper things of God, but today my heart is still buzzing from a recent "GodTalk" I had with my dear friend Stephen Barrett. Stephen is a missionary over in Japan—a place often called a "missionary graveyard"—but he is seeing the kind of fire and miracles that remind me of the Book of Acts. As we talked, I could smell the fresh brew in my mug and feel the weight of the digital connection spanning thousands of miles. But more than that, I felt the weight of a common pain point many of you share with me. You read the Bible, you see the promises, and you intellectually "believe" them. Yet, there’s a gap. There’s a distance between the "belief" in your head and the "supernatural reliance" in your heart that actually moves mountains. You feel stuck in a dry routine, wondering why the signs and wonders seem to follow everyone but you. If you’ve been feeling like your faith is more of a ment...

  I was only five years old, lying in a bedroom in Houston, Texas, when I first realized that the world we see isn't the only one trying to get our attention. I remember being plunged into the black depths of a sleep so heavy it felt like being at the bottom of the ocean. You know that feeling when you're trying to claw your way back to the surface just to get a single breath of air? That was me. But as I struggled to wake, I felt a heavy, cold hand clamped firmly over my nose and mouth. I was being suffocated. In the spirit, I was screaming for my parents—"Mommy! Daddy!"—but in the natural, my body was a lead weight. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. With a final, desperate surge of will, I reached up with my right hand, grabbed the assailant's wrist, and tried to rip it off my face. When my eyes finally snapped open, the room was silent, but the horror didn't end. I was awake, but I was paralyzed. My right hand was gripping a wrist, alright, but...

 Have you ever felt like you were doing everything right on the surface, yet your life was still coming apart at the seams? I’m talking about those seasons where you’re praying, you’re attending services, and you’re trying your best to be a "good person," but there is a persistent, heavy shadow over your home. Perhaps your children are struggling with fears they can’t name, or your marriage feels like a parched desert despite your best efforts to water it. You look around and think, "I'm not doing anything that bad. My little struggles are private. They don't hurt anyone but me." I want to invite you to pull up a chair, grab a fresh cup of coffee, and let’s talk straight—friend to friend. We are going to look "under the hood" of spiritual reality today. You see, we often live under the delusion that our lives are lived in silos—that what I do in the dark stays in the dark. But the Bible presents a very different picture. There is a structure to thi...

Marcie Cramsey Testimony for Jesus Welcome, welcome, welcome to another edition of Coffee with Conrad. I want you to pull up a chair, grab your favorite mug, and let’s dive into something that really touched my heart recently. You know, I’m always telling you to dig deeper and go higher in your walk with the Lord, but sometimes the "deep" places are the ones we’d rather forget. We talk a lot about the supernatural on this blog and in my books, but today we’re looking at the supernatural persistence of a God who refuses to let go. Have you ever felt completely unworthy ? I mean the kind of unworthy that sits in the pit of your stomach and tells you that you’re a mistake, that you’re unloved, and that if your own earthly father didn't want you, why would the Creator of the universe? That is a pain point many of us carry. We try to fill that void with everything the world offers—relationships, substances, or just the approval of the wrong crowd. We "clean the house...

The studio lights were low, and the hum of the recording equipment felt louder than usual. I sat there, looking at my screen, waiting for Amy Riardon to join the call. I’ve done hundreds of interviews for Coffee with Conrad, but this one felt different. There was a weight in the air, the kind of weight that comes when you’re about to pull back the curtain on a topic most people would rather leave in the dark. I’ve had people reach out to me in confidence for years. They whisper their struggles in the corners of Facebook groups or send cryptic emails from anonymous accounts. They’re trapped in a cycle of porn addiction and same-sex attraction, and they feel like they’re the only ones in the church who are "broken." The shame is like a thick, suffocating blanket. It tells them that if the church knew, they’d be cast out. It tells them that their brain is permanently ruined. It tells them that Jesus is shaking His finger at them from a distance, like a cold professor grading a ...

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.