He Who Finds a Wife Finds a Good Thing (Part 1)

Christian is originally from Michigan. She went to Stanford for her engineering degree, worked in consulting and government and finance in New York City, then went on to Harvard Business School. She came out of HBS and went back to finance, mergers and acquisitions at a pharmaceutical company, and then international business development for a national retailer. By the time we met, she was working eighteen-hour days, one meal a day, five hours of sleep, and she said it herself: spiritually bankrupt.

She had grown up loving Jesus, but her religious programming was heavy. She calls herself a recovering Pentecostal. She was first exposed to my work in 2014, started listening to the podcast, made her mom listen, made her sister listen. In late 2015 the Lord put it on her heart to sow into Bride Ministries. Soon after, she took our first round of discipleship classes. By class three she was in a puddle of tears because so many of the lies she had been carrying about God were coming off.

That first round of discipleship is also where I started to notice her. I did not know her face. I knew her voice on the calls and her comments in the chat. I would pick on her on purpose because every time she spoke, the whole class got blessed. I had no idea God was setting something else up.

After that first round of discipleship, the Lord told me to send her an email. He also told me to keep it business. So I did. I had heard her say more than once that the ministry needed real business expertise, and I knew He was right. We had a couple of phone calls about Bride Ministries. I may have slipped in that I was single. Christian will tell you it was awkward. I will tell you my motives were pure. I am sticking to my version.

What I did not know is that she had already had a dream months earlier. In the dream she was at a wedding in heaven, dancing with my spirit. He was huge, in some kind of folksy military uniform, surrounded by clapping witnesses. She did not understand the dream and put it away because she thought I was still married.

The first time we met in person was in Queens at LaGuardia. My rental car was delayed an hour. I sat with her in a coffee shop for twenty minutes trying to play it cool and then had to leave. We met again at a Thai restaurant when I was flying back through. Halfway through her business pitch, my brain was on three tracks at once. My flesh was thinking she was beautiful. My mind was tracking her business ideas. And my spirit was hearing her spirit say, "Help me, help me." So I told her. I prophesied to her right there over Thai food and watched her sink lower and lower into the booth fighting not to cry. I figured I had blown it.

Christian came over the next weekend for what I had offered as a spirit ministry session. She tried to talk me out of doing it for thirty-five minutes. Four hours later, she was set free. Her mom called twice during it and asked her afterward, "What did he do to you, are you okay?" Because Christian had walked in stoic and walked out laughing.

We started dating long distance, Texarkana to New York. We were on the phone for hours. I told her about everything I do in the spirit, the warfare, the survivors I work with. She fact-checked me constantly because she said if she was going to hitch her wagon to a brand, it had better not be a "loonie brand." Every time I would tell her about a construct God had us tearing down in the spirit, she would see something line up in the news a day or two later. The Montauk work and the cancelled Times Square pillar from the temple of Baal. The financial grids and Brexit. Trump and the 2016 election the night we destroyed something I cannot fully describe. God was using current events to validate that what I do in the spirit is real.

We got engaged in late October on a bridge in Nashville at sunset.

Right after we got engaged, Bride Ministries came under the biggest attack of my life. People I considered inner circle turned on the ministry. Slander. Public accusations. Christian had to walk through that while she was deciding whether to leave a six-figure career, leave New York, and join her life to mine.

She had her own attacks running in parallel. She told me later that what felt like genuine doubt about me was a level of mental and witchcraft attack designed to use her own insecurities and project them onto me. She was reading an especially vile slander letter in a hotel in Sweden when the Holy Spirit broke through. She saw the spirit behind the letter and knew it was an attempt to take her out of God's plan for our marriage.

We eloped in May 2017. The day she moved to Dallas, her car spun out of control on a clear highway with no other car involved. The airbags exploded. She walked away unhurt, but the car was totaled. A week later mine went too. Inside two weeks we both lost our vehicles. When we went into the courts of heaven, Satan, the Queen of Heaven, and an entire roster of dark powers had launched an assassination attempt to keep her out of Dallas.

Then came the debt revelation, which broke everything open. The Hebrew word for debt in Genesis 3:13 is the same root as the word for "deceived." Christian sold the lie that low-interest student loans were neutral. The day she paid them off the Holy Spirit fell on her so heavy she had to sit down. The Lord told her, "Now I can release your inheritance to you." Everything we had been smashing through in the spirit broke through in the natural the next day. Part 2 picks up from our wedding in Bali. Spoiler: the demons of Bali had opinions.