Luke Wood

I grew up in a small town 20 miles south of Kansas City, Missouri. I remember attending church as a young boy with my parents and genuinely loving the Lord. I especially remember this fluttering feeling that would happen from time to time and this emotional explosion that would hit my heart when the Holy Spirit would breathe upon the worship during those Sunday mornings. Sometimes the music would...

I grew up in a small town 20 miles south of Kansas City, Missouri. I remember attending church as a young boy with my parents and genuinely loving the Lord. I especially remember this fluttering feeling that would happen from time to time and this emotional explosion that would hit my heart when the Holy Spirit would breathe upon the worship during those Sunday mornings. Sometimes the music would crescendo to the point where I was sure that the roof was going to blow off the building. Those experiences with the Spirit of the Lord, those humbling encounters with someone far bigger than myself, had a profound impact on my heart. As I grew up, those memories stayed with me, lodged somewhere in the back of my mind. However, as I went through that ever emotional roller-coaster of High School, I couldn’t muster the boldness or strength to stay true to the testimony of Jesus. I stumbled to the point of rebellion and eventually a hard hearted rejection of that very reality that I knew to be true, but all the while, I could never shake the memories of those Sunday morning encounters with the Living God. After six years of ignoring and suppressing the truth, a string of incidents led me to reluctantly face the issue of “God” head on. Without looking for it or even wanting anything to do with God, I was faced again with one of those supernaturally natural experiences, one of those subtle impressions by the hand of God that can only be ignored if one isn’t honest with himself. The Lord encountered my heart and I couldn’t do anything but begin to look with new eyes of faith upon the Son of God who loved me and gave Himself for me. It took me a few months to completely turn from my sin, but the day finally came, when I cried out with a sincere heart for salvation and how quickly He answered! From that day on I was immediately set free from a long list of vices and crutches that I had come to rely on. Soon after my conversion, I began seeking the Lord the only way that I knew how. I picked up a guitar and turned simple, yet sincere songs into prayers. Looking back now, I see how dynamic those prayers were and I’m so grateful that the Lord has answered them and will continue to answer them as the years go on. I guess it’s no surprise that what I do now at the House of Prayer some 8 years later, is the same thing that I did back then. I turn simple songs into sincere prayers and wait for the Lord to turn those simple prayers into a reality on the earth. Soon the bowls of intercession in heaven will be full and the Lord will turn millions of prayers from across the globe into reality when Jesus of Nazareth returns as King of kings to set up His Throne in Jerusalem. Psalm 116 - I love the Lord, because He has heard my voice and my pleas for mercy. Because He has inclined His ear to me, therefore I will call onHim as long as I live. The snares of death encompassed me; the pangs of Sheol laid hold on me; I suffered distress and sorrow. Then I called on the Name of the Lord; Oh, Lord, I pray, deliver my soul! Gracious is the LORD, and righteous; our GOD is merciful and full of compassion. The LORD preserves the simple; when I was brought low, He saved me. Return, O my soul, to your rest; for the LORD has dealt bountifully with you. For You have delivered my soul from death, my eyes from tears, my feet from stumbling; I will walk before the Lord in the land of the living.