In Lindell’s own words:
Your Prayers Have Power!
Five weeks ago, I had what’s called an aortic dissection, which is probably worse than a heart attack.
If you’re not on the operating table within an hour, you usually die. One of my worship team from Brownsville called me. She was a cardiac nurse. And she called me and said, “I worked on the cardiac floor for 20 years at Sacred Heart in Pensacola; I’ve never…” She’s crying. She said, “You’re a miracle.” She said, “I never treated a dissection patient.” I said, “Why?” She said, “They all died; they either die before they get to the hospital, or they die on the table. You have to be there within an hour, or your chances of survival go down to 30%, I believe.”
Okay? Now listen to this. I didn’t get on the operating table for six hours. I mean, what are the chances that I have a friend at Vanderbilt University? And what are the chances that this aortic dissection is such a serious thing that nobody survives? Hardly a few do. There are 30%. What are the chances that I got the best surgeon I could have possibly gotten to take care of me? What are the chances? It’s the Lord! And then I heard stories about how those of you who came to the hospital couldn’t even get in to see me. And you had prayer meetings in the waiting room.
I don’t know how to say thank you. You stormed the gates of heaven. You stormed the throne room, the very throne room of God, and brought me back.
I kissed the face of death, and there was no fear. If you’re afraid of dying, oh, you need Jesus. There is nothing at all to fear. But let me tell you, I didn’t even know what had happened. I don’t remember from Saturday morning when the attack started. I have no memory, absolutely no memory of any of it. I don’t remember two ambulance rides because I went first to Williamson Hospital, and they decided they couldn’t help me there because it was too serious, and they had to get me to Vanderbilt Hospital. And I don’t remember those rides. I don’t remember a thing until Monday evening.
I think it was when I woke up in the ICU, and I had all these tubes and stuff coming out of my body, and I was looking around, going, now, something happened. Now, let me tell you another thing. I wasn’t drugged up. Here’s what’s weird: I’ve had no pain. I came home after 13 days in intensive care. They sent me a bottle of pain meds. It’s wasn’t Oxycontin or anything like that. Of course, Mother (referring to his wife) would not let me ever become a pain med addict. She’d shoot me first. We’ve counselled too many of them.
I Saw an Army
One night, it was a very dark night for me, and I was having sweet communion with the Lord, but I knew I was in a struggle for my life. And I heard these words from a song called “Rescue,” which I never really liked but now I love. The lyrics say, “I will send out an army,” and when she said “army” on that thing, I know you will probably think I was on Demerol or something. I really wasn’t. I was cognizant. I looked up, and there was no roof on that hospital. I saw the skies over Nashville, and I saw an army. I cannot number them. They were so vast. They were huge. They looked to be 9 to 12 feet tall each. They were massive.
They were glowing and light. They had a look on their face that if I didn’t know they were there for me, I’d be scared to death of them. They had swords drawn. And I remember asking the Lord; I said, “Lord, what is this?” And he goes, “That’s who I send to rescue my children.” God is not playing. He’s serious! I went, “Are you kidding me? Why doesn’t everybody know this?” “Well, you do, but you don’t believe it.” I saw it. Somebody said, “Oh, he’s crazy.”
I’ll give you a scripture. All you Bible-thumping rascals, I’ll give you a scripture right here. I want you to look at it. 2 Kings 6:15: “Elisha realizes that; I think it’s Syria that’s coming around Samaria. They’ve got the place surrounded. Huge army. There is no way.”
His servant goes outside, and he says, “We’re in trouble, Elisha. You better pray. We’re going to die.” How many of you are in a situation right now where, if God doesn’t come through for you, you’re going to suffer some loss? How many of you are going through something with your family, financially or physically, where if God doesn’t come through for you, you’re going to lose?
And you can see the enemy, and you know he’s bigger than what you’ve got. He’s bigger than the five rocks in your pocket. I came to give you some hope today.
Verse 16: “And when the servant of the man of God arose early and went out, there was an army surrounding the city, horses, and chariots. And the servant said to him, Alas, my master, what shall we do?”
When you look out the window and the army that’s against you is bigger than the one you think you have with you, and you’re looking in your pockets and looking within yourself and going, “I don’t have what it takes to do this; I don’t know what I’m going to do. What am I going to do?” And he asked the servant, and here’s what Elisha said: “Do not fear, for those who are with us are more than those who are with them.” And he said, “Go look again.” And he goes out, and he says, “I see the hills full of chariots of fire and the heavenly host.” You know, we’ve been singing that song: “I’m in the Lord’s army.” It’s not really true. The heavenly host is the Lord’s army. We’re the children of God.
We’re the ambassadors of the kingdom. We’re the inheritors of the kingdom. We are not God’s fighters. We’re here to impose the authority of the name of Jesus. We’re here to impose the kingdom of God.
They fight and defend. When I saw them, I went, “Lord, I’ll never fear again.” There’s no way that’s who came into that hospital room. That’s who rescued my life, and I want to tell you something. God just gave you a miracle, and He gave me a miracle. And I wanted to let you know that you’re asking for way too little. As these final days ramp up, I know the world’s dark. I know politics are crazy.
You can find this in 2 Kings 6:14–16. “The king of Aram sent horses, chariots, and a great army. They went there by night and surrounded the city. When the servant of the man of God got up and went out early in the morning, an army with horses and chariots had surrounded the city. So he asked Elisha, “Oh, my master, what are we to do?” “Do not be afraid,” Elisha answered, “for those who are with us are more than those who are with them. “…
Word from the Lord Jesus:
He told me to tell my people, “Behold, I come quickly, and my reward is with me” (Revelation 22:12). He also said, “Behold, I am coming quickly! Hold fast what you have, that no one may take your crown.” (Revelation 3:11).
Message from Master God!
God said in a sad voice, “Tell my church they don’t love me as they should, but my Bride will.” Something is about to happen that’s going to turn what we call the church into the Bride of Christ.
Dream of Storm Coming:
There’s a storm that’s coming. It’s swirling, ferocious, and strong, but don’t look at it. Don’t move in fear. God said, “I’m raising up a people of faith.” “I started my wind to blow in states and cities that will house my glory; Arizona is one of them. My glory is going to surpass those who keep their eyes on me.”
We will hear and say, “Look what the Lord is doing.” “I’m going to surprise and shock you because you have had faith to believe. I will do supernaturally unexplainable things that will draw people to my glory. Look up at me and don’t look at what’s coming. Don’t fear what’s coming. Don’t acknowledge it. My glory is above it all. Keep your eyes on me! The wind of His glory has started and will move through the Church of His Presence.”
Prayer is Powerful from Dr. Larry:
I awoke with a text message that Pastor Lindell had some sort of medical emergency, that he had some discomfort in his chest and was very sweaty, with all the constellation of symptoms that would make anybody think he had a heart attack. And that he was taken to a hospital. There was a bit of confusion initially as to where he was going.
So, I was on my way to Vanderbilt Hospital. I think Amber (his wife) was going to Maury Regional, and Larry was going to Williamson. It turns out that there was a nurse there who grew up with Lindell and who never worked on this particular day, but she was there in the ER at Williamson Hospital and called Amber and said, “Well, he’s actually there.” So, we all ended up at Williamson. By the time we got there, Lindell was in the Cath lab.
So, under the assumption that he had a heart attack, that’s what you do. You go to the Cath lab and what they do is that they inject some contrast product that you can actually see on the X-ray to see if one of the arteries around the heart is clocked up, essentially, which was not the case. The coronary arteries were completely clean. And so, as a second guess, the question is, does he have a blood clot in his lungs? Or, in a worst-case scenario, does he have what’s called an “aortic dissection?” which turned out to be the case.
One of the things that we learned in medical school is that this is a really, really bad thing. When I trained over 20, 25 years ago, the common saying was that every hour, you get a 1% chance of dying for 48 hours. So that’s a 50-50 essentially. If you happen to make it to the hospital, it’s a 30% chance of making it.
I want to thank everybody for their prayers. I want to say that I’m so privileged and grateful to be part of this church. I was so glad to see a bunch of people gathering and holding hands and praying, giving a good testimony, and making the world, my world of Vanderbilt, know that we’re Christians by the love that we exhibit towards each other.
You can see Dr. Larry’s full message at:
https://www.facebook.com/watch/?v=782489549670824
After this terrifying ordeal, Lindell says that he can still play the piano and is on his way back to singing again. He says he has zero pain and sometimes feels the sternum pull when he turns and is lying the wrong way. He feels discomfort due to the sternum being wired together but no pain in the chest.
They said he would be depressed. It tried to come on him and cripple him for the first few nights, but couldn’t grip him. He continued. A young man by the name of Tony from the church was with him that night and started to play the piano and sing praise and worship songs, and it lifted off of him.
Lindell said that through this whole ordeal, he never felt the fear of death and thought he would die.
Our God is still a miracle worker! Hallelujah, King Y’shua! He’s still moving and proving just how great and awesome He is.
To see more of Lindell’s testimony, go to:
https://subsplash.com/churchofhispresence/media/mi/+3r7c75n
