My Christian rock band Agent was invited to play for the inmates at the Oakglen Youth Conservation Camp in, Yucaipa California. After we finished setting up the equipment, about 300 inmates were let in and they quietly and uniformly took their seats in the bleachers. I finished tuning my guitar and was about to start the show.
When I turned around to walk up to my microphone, I heard a voice in my head as plain as day. It said, "Ask them, how many have never had an experience from Jesus."
I immediately waved off the band. Without breaking my stride, I continued to the microphone and glanced over all the inmates before I said, "How many of you have never had an experience from Jesus." Almost every hand went up. I stepped back from the microphone about to cue the band to start our opening song called, Are You Ready to Rock, when I heard in my head, "Tell them you're going to wave your hand and as it passes over them, they are going to have an experience from Jesus."
When I got a quarter of the way, I began to hear some soft moaning that soon turned into loud crying. When my hand was about halfway, those who first started crying were now wailing. Many were hunched over in their seats. They were the most painful-sounding sobs I have ever heard. Not just one or two of them, it sounded as if thirty to forty were loudly sobbing. When my hand reached three-quarters of the way, the ones at the halfway mark were now howling too. It sounded like a huge funeral with many broken hearts. It was an awful sound of terrible pain. I can barely tell the story without it causing me to cry. To this day, I can still hear those painful-sounding sobs in my head, that sound has never left me. I can hardly think about that day without it breaking me up inside.
I raised my hand quickly waving it over all of them again, "Those of you who Jesus touched please come down here." The entire place immediately erupted into chaos as many of the other inmates were moving out of the way of those who were jumping the bleachers to get down there.
Upon seeing the disruption, the guards quickly retreated to the safety of their observation room making a lot of noise slamming the steel door, that was about thirty feet or so behind me. When I turned to see where all the noise was coming from, I noticed a bright yellow light spinning around above the door. The guards must have thought it was the start of a riot. About six or seven guards had their faces pressed against the glass looking very nervous. I motioned to them everything was okay. I don't think they believed me.
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