Prayer never fails mp4 download

When the pressure was the greatest, Jesus got completely honest with His Father and prayed the prayer of consecration. He consecrated Himself, dedicating His will in submission to the will of God.

He prayed the prayer that never fails. The Bible says He sweated drops of blood as He wrestled. If so, I encourage you to pray like Jesus did — the prayer that never fails. When Jesus prayed that prayer, He consecrated Himself to do the will of God, regardless of His personal feelings or desires. Eric Lashaway who sadly was killed shortly after this film's release stars as a Christian basketball coach.

When one of his players comes to him with a problem the two go off and pray together on the subject. Had he taken him off school grounds and done that no one would have had much grounds to complain. A troubled youth came to an adult he trusted. But Lashaway stepped on some toes and the administration was handed a sword. The school retains high priced attorney Corbin Bernsen and Lashaway gets Clifton Davis as his lawyer.

One particular thing that offended me with this film was Davis drawing a comparison with a transgender faculty member who transitioned and openly discusses the transition with students. But firing this Christian coach shows the school administration is following the liberal agenda. As it happens my niece was part of a protest to stand by a transgender teacher at her school when said school fired the person.

I can tell you transgender folks face a lot more discrimination than Christian faculty members. One performance that was moving was that of Cathy Lee Crosby as Lashaway's mother.

Her fans should see this. But they'll have to go to fundamentalist church basements to do it. Details Edit. Release date February 12, United States. United States. Official site. Sweet Unknown Studios. Technical specs Edit. Runtime 1 hour 39 minutes. Contribute to this page Suggest an edit or add missing content. Top Gap. All glass, and beautiful furniture. So beautifully appointed. White carpets. I went in, accepted by the receptionist, taken into the room where the doctor was to come in.

I sat down in this big easy chair and he came in. We talked. He ran me through some testing, then he had to leave the room for a while. A pile of manure on the white carpet. I wondered what was going on a little bit.

I sat back down. Maybe all the outer things, were not the effective approach to the solution. So anyway, I finally got to a little more philosophical point where I decided that if I was never going to talk again, if I was never going to be able to communicate again, fine. If I could never sing again, fine.

At peace. Be at peace. Live, and be free of fear and embarrassment, without hassle, fuss, anxiety, I just proceeded with my life. Nothing profound. No great realizations. Just a matter of to the best of my ability, knowing the truth and keeping my cool. I knew that somehow, in some way, things would work out. God is infinitely disposed for good.

If your disposition and my disposition is good, then it holds that a good outworking must happen somehow, sooner or later. I read about Therese Neumann, who experienced the stigmata, which is bearing the marks comparable to the crucified Jesus, who was in a terrible illness, and she saw a light that was brighter than the sun, and a voice asked her her desire to be well and strong, or to remain ill.

Whatever God wills. It has to. One time there was a power struggle in my ministry, and when we returned from a vacation, I was notified by the board of directors that I was unceremoniously fired. After a few rounds in the ring, so to speak, the hostile board members quit and went away with their supporters and I was rehired a month later. Also, the kind of an experience where you go home and find a sheriff sitting on your doorstep, serving you with a summons saying that somebody out of your past thinks that you need to give them some more good.

How do you feel when you lose your job and you get sued? We could total all the stress up and end up traumatized by the shock of it all. You need to give life the old one-two. Two, hang tough, so that three, you can keep your peace. Look at what that person gets away with. Folks, there are thousands of people and thousands of reasons that seemingly cause innocent people like you to be miserable.

You could just go ahead and sit around holding those feelings. And when you feel sorry about your own condition, you are number one, not accepting the responsibility for your own situation.

What do need to develop? More love? More organizational skills? The ability to say no? More understanding? Did you ever cut a plum or and apple or a peach in half, only to find that something was there before you, tunneling and eating away. To your life. So you need to get off of your fundament, friend. Being a member of the cloth, I did that. I had an abiding guilt about having this health problem.

And I plead guilty to it. Somehow obviously, my problem had become more dear to me than the solution. My subconscious evidently felt that the way things were was just fine. Was just right. Despite all the stress it was putting me through, and I was hanging tough with this idea, it was hanging tough with the idea that its job was to strangle me every time I tried to talk. It was apparent that the program in my subconscious was stronger than all the conscious effort I was making and all the money I was spending on being healed.

As I think about it, it appears to be a strange paradoxical phenomemon. I totally accept the fact that my problem was mine. I created it. My faith in the problem was greater than my faith in the solution. I think this is an important realization. Important for me, important for you, when something is stuck in your life.

We are more into the awareness of our problem than the solution. Presently living in one of the most prosperous areas of the country. Everybody but he could clearly see that he was creating his own problem. Of course he blamed me and everybody else. The fact of the matter is Now listen, because this might very well be the cause of your problem too; that the problems lie with my parents. Had it not been for the way they treated me as a child, had it not been for the programming they put in my soul, my life would be entirely different.

See, the situation was this. My mother, a wonderful, radiant soul, worthy of every blessed thought you might think, was raised and married under the collar of total submissiveness, rendering her incapable of exerting much power when it came to matters of the family, and what to do to manage her hyperactive elder son, me. My dad, was the ultimate disciplinarian, in its severest sense. He would never say a bad word or curse word, but also would never give an indication of love or caring.

His critical gaze could wilt a 2x4, let alone me. His scoldings at home and around others brought me to tears so many times when I was little, that whenever I became the focus of attention, regardless of who was involved, I would spontaneously began to tear.

I would cry. I remember one time, I was in the sixth grade. It was music class time. And the tears were running down my face. The embarrassment that I suffered caused me to fail courses in college because I refused to stand up and give oral exams. My neurosis sorely inhibited my ability to function, and that which I did do, I acted out in an extroverted fashion in order to completely forget myself to overwhelm my own fear.

Emotions, and eyes, and vocal cords are closely tied. All of this is of course, an over simplification of the problems of my childhood, but more details become redundant and violate one of the commandments.

Suffice it to say, I at least can deduce that my problem was in all likelihood the result of the psychological trauma I suffered, and there was physiological trauma too, come to think of it. Fell on my head one time doing a back flip and fell 35 feet in the hay mill. Got stung by All kinds of stuff. I feel a lot better now, because I know that my problem is not of my own doing.

I have a clear understanding of why this all happened to me. As judge and jury, I can now declare myself innocent, this is wonderful. Why then after all this logical deduction was I still being punished? You are responsible for your problem. I believe that my parents were my own soul choice. That there was that in me that they reflected. In a sense they are pictured a part of that which is unconsciously me, so the hassle Dad gave me, was a mirror image of my own subconscious.

However that would work equally well with my mother and the wonderful support I got from her was a reflection of the support system within my own soul. I had to get here 10 years earlier. Some choice. Or would you rather think as much as the world, that I should believe in a capricious universe?