After you read this testimony, if you are allowed to go to MySpace, search for Lee Stoneking's Holy Magic Hair. You will be blessed by his sermon and you will understand, like I did, why it is so important NOT to cut your hair. If you are not allowed to go to MySpace, google Holy Magic Hair website.
My son and I were not raised in the Apostolic faith. So, when he used to nag me about cutting my hair, I thought it was a cute, tender, Mommy son thing and just passed it off. From his young childhood until four years ago, I cut/trimmed my hair. Even after I got in church, I thought it was okay to trim my hair to get rid of the split ends. After all, I was keeping my glory glorious, right? My son would always nag me about that as well.
Four years ago, in the heat of the Iraq war, my son joined the Marine Corp. (I was devastated as he is my only child and I am single. He has been my best friend through the hard life we endured. Trips to the courthouse, police station, taking him to work in a methadone clinic because I had no daycare.) One day at church I heard a story about a woman who laid her uncut hair on her child with leukemia. The next doctor's visit, the leukemia was gone. I thought, "God, if you could do that for her, you could do that for me and keep my son from going to Iraq." I forgot about that little comment to God as days passed. One afternoon, I was sitting in the sun, getting ready to trim my split ends off. Just as I picked up the scissors, the phone rang. It was my son from combat training. He was ecstatic, almost screaming. I said, "Son, son, what is going on?" He yelled, "Mom, Mom, the platoon before me.. they are the last ones to go to Iraq!" At that moment, trembling with tears, I dropped the scissors. My son will be finished with his service in February. He has never had to go to Iraq or anywhere dangerous. Praise The Lord!
My most recent testimony scares me to share it. I don't tell you this for any glory for myself. But I really feel that had I cut my hair, Jesus would not have intervened in this situation.
On the 28th of December, this year(yes, a week ago or so), my friend, Alan, had an unexpected grand mal seizure in church. Everyone just let him lie on the floor because they thought he was worshipping. I saw him and saw that something was wrong. When I got to him, he was the color grey. His arm was twisted to his chest. His eyes were rolled back in his head in separate directions and his tongue was hanging out. By the time the assistant pastor made it to him, he was blue. I just started screaming "Jesus!" and screaming in tongues. That is all I knew to do. They took his body out of the church and soon the pastor called me outside. My friend was alive. He regained full conciousness in the ambulance on the way to the hospital, talking in tongues. I asked his doctor a few days later why he was grey and blue. The doctor told me that it was because he was dead.
I believe God honored my emergency call because of my commitment to Him.
You never know what is coming down the road in your life or in the life of a friend. Don't cut your hair, little sister. It may be your ace in the hole one day. 
http://www.eslerpentecostalchurch.co...thingextra.htm
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