Jamie Dickson Story

My name is Jamie Dickson. My wife and I pastor a church in Waterville, Maine called Kingdom Life Church. I have been the pastor there for nine years, and I am going to tell you a little bit of a story.

My grandfather and dad were both chapter presidents for the Full Gospel Businessmen in Maine.   My parents were church planters for a church movement called The Vineyard, and I grew up my whole life believing in the power of the Holy Spirit. I remember the moment when my mom who would teach me how to interpret dreams and have visions. Have you heard of the Toronto Blessing that happened in the 90’s? It was there that I met Gerry DeFlorio. Recently Gerry invited us to an event called the Holy Smoke Hangout. Jerry would tell me about it, and how the youth were responding to the Gospel.  

We got there.  I didn’t know what to expect.  We were in the basement of a library, and Jerry said, “The youth are going to come.”  I said, “All right, Gerry, whoever comes, we will preach,” and so we had our team there and sure enough the place packed out, and we had an explosion of Holy Spirit in that library basement.  Kids were healed, set free, delivered, and saved, and they have seen hundreds of salvations in Connecticut from these events.  

I feel like this weekend here in Dallas, Texas, is going to be a weekend of God handing out marching orders. I saw a vision of the Lord drawing new maps and strategies on how to win cities. There is a longing for God. I believe with all my heart that God is going to refresh, ignite and release new marching orders.

I remember the first time we moved, and we went to a church that didn’t necessarily have revival services.  I didn’t know of a church meeting that you didn’t go to the altar and shake and fall on the ground, and when we went to this church I was thinking what the heck is this?  You know, like this isn’t Christianity.  What are they doing?  They are going home?  We haven’t even fallen over yet, and that’s what I grew up in during my teenage years.

If you work with your hands, what happens?  You create calluses, right?  Since I grew up in the spirit filled movement, my heart became callused to the movement of the Holy Spirit. I became this cool teenager that stands in the back of the church with my friends.  Worship is going on and everyone is encountering God. We were too cool to be a part of the service.  We wouldn’t lift our hands, or sit in the front.  We wouldn’t even sit with our families.  Our youth group would sit in the back of the church and remove ourselves spiritually from this environment.  

We had no gauge for our own personal experience with the Holy Spirit. I was seventeen years old.  It was New Year’s, and we were wondering what we were going to do that week. We were on our winter school break. So what are we going to do?  My friend threw out the idea.  He said, “Instead of getting together and watching movies, what if we got together and just tried worshiping or something?  I said.” Yeah, we can do that.  Let’s get together.”

So we got together.  My friend was in a punk rock band, and he led us in this song “This is the air I breathe,” and he would speed it up.  It was terrible. Nobody had the courage to lift their hands and worship.  We all just sat in our respective corners. It was not that good of a night. My friend goes, “Guys, I know that didn’t go well, but what if we did this thing again?  What if maybe next Friday we got together and we tried worshiping again?”

So the next Friday came around.  This was in Cleveland, Ohio, where we were living at the time, and we got together in the basement of my friend’s house, and we started worshiping again.  The same result, and he was just going for it, and no one had the courage to lift their hands or to engage in worship at all.  Then all of a sudden he put the guitar down and said, “Well, guys, sometimes in our parents’ home groups, we put a seat in the middle of the room and everyone prays for that person. They receive words of knowledge for them and they call it the hot-seat.  So let’s put a hot-seat in the room and pray for each other.” We would say “God loves you” over and over. As I was sitting in the hot-seat this girl got up and said, “I just felt like over in the corner there was an angel.”  

Now I don’t know what came into me, but there came this longing in my heart that if there was an angel in the room, I wanted to be where the angel was.  All of a sudden I got up from my seat and I ran towards the corner and I leap headfirst into the concrete wall.  Boom, I hit the concrete.  When I hit the concrete, this physical wind began to blow in the room, and I was not talking. I got goose bumps.  A forceful wind riffled our shirts.  It began to blow through the room, around in a circle, and everyone hit the floor.

We didn’t know what to do.  So my friend said “Maybe it is better over there.  So he crawled toward me.  He can’t move.  This girl was over in the other corner taking a nap, and all of a sudden she wakes up and she was screaming, “My back is on fire.” Her body was burning with the fire of the Holy Spirit, and this went on for a couple of hours.  All six of us were trembling, shaking, and experiencing the power of the Holy Spirit.

We all went home.  I didn’t want my parents to know that they finally got the answer to their prayers.  Like a teenager, I had to keep it to myself; I snuck upstairs and went to my bedroom and laid there another two hours just trembling under the power of the Holy Spirit.

So the following Friday the six of us got together. We didn’t even tell anybody.  We got down there to worship, and all of a sudden people start knocking on the door, our friends, people that we didn’t even know.  They said, “We felt like God led us here.  Is there a church meeting happening here?”


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