Conrad Rocks | Spiritual Warfare, Supernatural Faith & Kingdom Living

  Sin at Your Door I was out mowing the lawn the other day, the summer sun beating down on my neck while the smell of fresh-cut grass filled the air. I had my Bluetooth headset on, listening to the Word of God as I made my rounds. My mind started to wander, just a little bit, drifting away from the scripture and into the mundane. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a wicked thought popped into my head. It was one of those dark, intrusive things that makes you stop in your tracks. I was literally listening to the Bible, yet there it was—a flash of darkness in the middle of a holy moment. I was surprised, to say the least. "Man, I'm listening to the Bible and here comes this wicked thought?" I realized right then that I wasn't truly meditating; I was just hearing. My mind was wandering, and that's exactly where the enemy looks for an opening. I had to immediately cast down that vain imagination. I started quoting the 23rd Psalm, not like some magic incantation, but really t...

Kingdom Keys for Answered Prayer I want you to close your eyes for a moment and travel back with me to the West Texas desert. If you’ve never been to Rotan, Texas, it’s a place where the horizon seems to stretch on into eternity and the sky is so big it feels like it might swallow the earth whole. When I was just a little boy, too small to even read the Bible my dad kept on the nightstand, I used to crawl into that flat space above the back seat of our car—the one right under the rear window. I’d lay there on long drives home, my face pressed against the glass, staring up at a blanket of stars so thick and bright they looked like spilled diamonds on black velvet. There was no smog there. No light pollution. It was the kind of sky that makes you realize just how small you are and how big God is. It was the same sky God showed Abraham when He told him to try and number the stars. In that moment, I didn't have any "theology." I didn't have a degree or a platform. I jus...

Your Struggle Becomes Strength I was out at the Sand Hill Crane Wildlife Preserve the other day, just me and the Lord. If you’ve ever been down there, you know it’s a place where the air feels a bit different—it’s thick with the sounds of nature, birds chirping, and the occasional drone of a distant plane. I went there with a specific goal: I asked the Lord, "Give me something to podcast about." I opened my mouth and just started talking into the microphone, expecting a grand revelation, but instead, I walked straight into a face-full of spider silk. There is nothing quite like the sticky, invisible grip of a cobweb to snap you out of a "spiritual" haze. As I was wiping the silk off my forehead, I realized I was the first person on the trail that morning. I knew this because I was the one doing the "heavy lifting" of clearing the path for everyone else. This little incident, as annoying as it was in the moment, sparked a deep realization about how our live...

 Walking After the Spirit Imagine you're sitting across from me, the steam rising from a fresh cup of coffee between us. This is the heart of what I do—sharing those "rocks of revelation" that have been poured into my life. Lately, I've found myself caught in a trap that I think many of you can relate to. I've been staring at my Google Calendar and my growing to-do lists, trying to be the best steward of my time possible. I’m checking boxes, multitasking, and trying to be efficient with the mundane chores of life. But in the middle of scrubbing a sink or organizing a file, a question hit me like a ton of bricks: Are my priorities actually God’s priorities? We live in a world that worships productivity. We feel the pressure to squeeze every second for all it's worth. But there is a danger in being so busy doing things for God that we forget how to walk after the Spirit. The carnal mind loves a list because it can control a list. It feels safe when everything...

Is Depression a Spiritual Attack? It was 1999, and my world was crumbling. I had dropped everything to fly home and take care of my dad, who had been diagnosed with a brain tumor. If you’ve ever watched a strong man wither away while you stand by helpless, you know the kind of gut-wrenching pain I’m talking about. I fasted. I prayed. I pulled out every spiritual stop I knew. But he still went to be with the Lord. After the funeral, I didn’t just grieve; I fell into a pit. A dark, suffocating cloud of panic attacks and debilitating depression settled over me. It wasn't just sadness—it was a stronghold. I felt beaten, defeated, and completely unable to get back to "normal." I was stuck looking in the rearview mirror, replaying the trauma over and over again. Then, a little lady from Colombia changed my life. She didn’t preach a sermon. She just took my hands, looked me in the eyes with tears in hers, and sowed a simple seed into my spirit: “Don’t look back.” That momen...

Listen to "Kingdom Nearness" on Spreaker. This podcast is some excerpts from a Voxer conversation with Stephen Barret from Holy Fire Japan. 6 degrees of separation; Miracles go from entertainment to inspiration; TV & Books are far from people; Kingdom In your midst; Facebook is closer; Social media promotes engagement; Hearing from far to near; Nearness of power; 1 Cor 4:20 not in word but in Power; 1 Cor 2:4 Demonstration of Power; The Healing Strategy in Matt 10;  Kingdom in the home; Practicing Faith;   http://www.holyfirejapan.com/

Jesus Beyond the Noise I remember the smell of the West Texas dust hanging in the air, that peculiar scent of dry earth and impending rain that only folks from that part of the country truly understand. I was just a small boy, and the world seemed vast, mysterious, and vibrating with a power I couldn't yet name. Every night, my dad would call me over to the side of the bed. We didn't just mumble a few rote words and dive under the covers. No, we knelt. We felt the rough texture of the carpet against our knees and the weight of the silence in the room as we sought the Lord in family unison. But as I grew older, that simple, foundational faith began to clash with a terrifying reality. I started experiencing things—supernatural things—that the world around me didn't have a category for. I encountered spiritual warfare that was terrifying to put it mildly, the kind of darkness that keeps a child paralyzed in the night. When I turned to the church for answers, I didn't fin...