Well, that was interesting.
First thing is, they had been inundated for some time with stormy weather, with more forecast for the week I would be there. Michael told me to pray for good weather so I did. We had a week of beautiful sunny warm days, despite the forecasts. I'm not claiming this as a miracle, but...
So we talked. Michael stayed stoic and resistant, on the outside, but I could tell that inside some very hard ground is being tilled. It was a milestone birthday for him, and at the party he put himself under the influence of too many martinis. I took him outside for some fresh air. At that point he began sobbing, crying "if you've condemned me, how can I succeed?" Not too long after that he passed out, and I spent the time praying over him. He did eventually concede to several points I presented regarding the issue. He asked if I would rescind my prayers against him, I told him that would only happen when God tells me to. I did tell him that I would seek to do so if he would read the accounts of Jesus' life in the books of Matthew, Mark, Luke and John, but he started giving excuses for why he wouldn't. So, at this point, the battle is not won, but the warfare will continue.
But for me, the most amazing revelation I received mirrored precisely what I have been battling several people here about. While talking about the scriptures, he said that he didn't believe them. "How do I know that the books of Moses are true? I wasn't there." Incredible. As tenaciously as he holds to his Jewish faith, he doesn't even believe the very words of God that established it. "How can your house stand if you don't believe in it's very foundation?" I asked him. He pins his faith on his 'birthright', and that the Jews have survived for all these years. I can only imagine the exasperation God must feel, having to deal with those who call upon His name, but deny His words and power, on both sides of the aisle.
To be continued... It ain't over until the Holy Spirit sings!