Response from Rosaleen Hager to the article,“Kingdom Reality Replacing Religion”
I am so excited about your post explaining the new structure, or lack of it, of the body of Christ that I just read. I did not know whether to laugh or cry…so I DID BOTH.
You have lifted a huge weight of many years from me.
This is because that for all of these years, I have thought that I was grossly in the wrong for the structure of the fellowship that I was directed to start in 1976.
There was a lot of criticism and heavy warfare that took place. I only did what the Holy Spirit directed me to do at the time. The precious people that attended the meetings were never critical. They were the needy that received healing and deliverance and they would bask in the presence of the Holy Spirit.
The saints loved seeing angels and seeing the gold dust on everyone.
They loved to bring paralyzed people to the meetings and see them leaving at the end of the meeting walking normally. Some very tough, big, strong men left the meetings in tears carrying empty wheelchairs that they had used to carry in the paralyzed.
They loved to check people out of the mental hospitals, get prayers for their
deliverance and then take them back to get them discharged and take them home.
They loved seeing people getting hands laid on for prayer and then watching them slowly float backwards and remain up in the air for five minutes or more.
They loved having their children in the kind of Christian school that would actually accept a ten year old who did not know how to read and were told that he would never be able to learn anything, and then, at the end of one year be able to pass all of the exams on a fifth grade level. Or, would allow children from the fellowship that could not pay to attend free.
We were given several teachers who were straight from heaven. They knew how to hear the voice of the Lord for every single child. We were also given a worship team straight from heaven. They knew how to hear the voice of the Lord for the perfect music.
The saints loved having people that had been drinking in the hotel bar stagger into the meeting and be hit by the Holy Spirit and continue to stagger filled with the new wine.
They loved praying for each other in their heavenly languages and seeing great results. No two meetings were ever the same. We would do what ever the Holy Spirit directed and everyone knew that.
They loved it when the 10 year old boy held out his little arms which had
hands where his elbows should have been. He was a thalidomide victim. When his arms grew out, he ran around touching the ground. He had not been able to do that before. Everyone reacted as though he was their own child. We were all in it together.
Many of the children who needed prayer were brought by their grandmothers.
That was when grandmothers had the faith to move mountains.
They loved it when the man who was a guest in the hotel staggered into the meeting and quickly responded when the invitation was given for anyone who had been called by the Lord into the ministry should begin running around the ballroom. They had been directed to “run with the gospel”. He ran a perfect zigzag pattern with the others. They were all drunk in the spirit. He fit right in.
About six months later, a woman spoke to me and told me that the very man had asked her to come to our meeting and tell us that he had started a church downstate and had led a lot of people to the Lord. His church was really growing.
They loved it when one of our young men, who was from Finland, was called to the front. The Holy Spirit had directed us all to pray in tongues for him while he prayed in Finnish. As we all lifted him up, there was a feeling of a great ocean wave picking him up. He immediately became a son to all of us. He was going back to Finland to minister. He was given a prophetic word that he would start seven churches and descriptions of what to do and how to do it. He did exactly what was prophesied.
The saints loved it when a prominent psychiatrist who had arthritis was prayed for and became one of the floating in the air people. He began to speak in other tongues and could not stop for three days. He had to write all of his messages down on paper. ALL of his messages. Even to patients and nurses.
On the way home after meetings, I would say to the Lord, “That was certainly wild”. Especially after some one who needed deliverance would fall on the floor writhing. Or, someone who had seizures would topple off their chair onto the floor also writhing. Or, someone would make a disturbance and then try to outrun the ushers. Of course, all of them immediately received deliverance.
Then I would think that I had never seen anything like it in ANY church or fellowship. {Later on, I saw those things at Lester Sumrall’s church and in Norvel Hayes’ meetings.} Then, I would begin to praise Him for His goodness to the children of men, and thank Him for keeping me from freaking out.
I prayed and fasted and asked the Holy Spirit why I did not get any direction
to get into a church building or to have elders, etc. His answer was that He
wanted it to be like the old Street Missions. He said that there was so much need that was not being taken care of by anyone . It grieved His great heart of love. I have always had an appreciation for the Street Missions. They always had results.
There was a growing amount of love each week. I still love those people of God deeply. It seemed to become a chamber of love that we walked into when we were together. There was so much love poured out that it seemed as though we could ask God for anything and He would do it.
There was also a superabundance of joy. Such a sense of expectancy.
Tiredness and cares of this world would disappear as they entered the door.
These were people who had never left a service feeling that the Lord had let them down.
We had ushers and catchers. Some of them would check the parking lot after
the meeting started in order to close the car doors that were left open.
No one wanted to miss anything. These plus the worship team were our only “leaders”. Everyone did what ever they saw needed doing.
Sometimes, when the angels were seen flying around, someone would stand up and shout and point them out. Even in the middle of a teaching. However, that did not seem to disrupt the meeting at all.
I do not remember correcting the group except one time in three years. That was to ask that no one open their cans of soda pop inside the room during the meeting. It made a lot of noise and was distracting others. “We must learn to put others first.”
In three years we grew to about 700 on Sundays and about 500 for prayer meetings. The prayer meetings were also wild. But, powerful.
I do not know how this applies to the statement,”decently and in order”,
but the Holy Spirit sure did get a lot done.
Then, all hell broke loose. But, that is a subject for another time.
Love you precious ones,
Your sister Roz
About Rosaleen Hager
Rosaleen Hager, now in her mid 80s, is a precious woman of God that has experienced the supernatural works of God in a personal way over the past seven decades as a Spirit gifted evangelist, pastor, prophetic intercessor and revivalist. God has again awakened her for this time in history to be a part of this current move of God that culminates all that has gone before and more that is manifesting in the pure holy hearts and lives of the mature sons and daughters of God in the maturing Body and Bride of Christ on earth. She is beyond a doubt the most joyful excited supernatural faith-filled person I know. She could talk for days of the supernatural miraculous events she has experienced. Just between you and I, in her stories from the past she often refers to herself in the third person as “the evangelist” or “the minister” etc..