My Life - The Micheal Pipes Story !

Micheal Young Pipes

On November 30, 1967, on a stormy,rain soaked day in a small Louisiana town, a miracle happened. I was born!

I was conceived under mysterious circumstances and certainly not one that anyone planned on or wanted to happen.

I was the youngest of 5 boys. My brothers were all one year apart, I came into the world 4 years after the youngest brother at the time. I tell people my Mother gave birth to the five fold ministry.

My Father was trained by the Air Force as an electrical engineer. My Mother, well she was given a gift to paint and was a well respected artist.

I coined the phrase "organized chaos" which pretty much sums up my life. What happens when you combine an engineer with an artist. Me. It is interesting that you tend to see Apostles as engineers and artist as Prophets.

God's grace has allowed me through my parents DNA to operate in both. I can build and I can bless. An Apostolic Prophet would best sum up my calling, but depending on what God is doing there is always grace and anointing to operate as a teacher, evangelist and like David one day a Pastor.

" Your Father has only 6 months to live," my Mother explained.A brain tumor the size of a golf ball was found on his brain.I was 9 years old. I don't exactly remember what I was feeling but it had to be a ton of emotions and I imagine for a few minutes my world must have come crashing down.

Those were the longest 6 months of my life. My Father was not the same. I never knew how he would act when he got home from work. Would it be the yelling, screaming angry Dad or the peaceful, quiet reserved man that I had grown to know as my Father.

I don't remember the first time my Father burned me with a cigarette, but I still carry the scar on the top of my left wrist. The second scar would come a couple of months later. I do remember this one. It's when I stood up to my Dad.

He asked me to get off the phone because he needed to use it. I was on hold and could not get off the phone yet. My right hand was on the bed, I was on phone with my left. My Dad brought the cigarette closer to the top of my right wrist. " You want another one to match the left? " he hissed.

It was the first time that a Holy Boldness came on me and I looked him in the eye and brought the top of my wrist closer to the smoldering cigarette.

The pain was excruciating but I was determined to send a message.You may be burning me right now, but I don't feel a thing

This was the longest 2 minutes of my life. Was I gonna allow continued abuse and to be controlled by it. No Way! Not any more!And with that the cigarette extinguished itself with the assistance of every layer of epidermis I had on the top of my right wrist.

I had " one more to match the other one ", but inside I was free.I then, very quietly and without emotion got up and hung up the phone. As I walked out of the room I could hear him saying, " and don't tell anyone about that." I remained silent with absolutely no reaction or emotion to his actions or comments.

The 3rd burn, the one on my right rib cage was a sneak attack. I had been swimming and had my shirt off and was standing on the steps that led down to the parking lot at our apartment complex.

I could smell that old familiar smell of my flesh burning, before it dawned on me what Dad had said just prior to burning me. " you wanna see how a cigarette burns twice?" the words registered with me after the blister had already formed.He said he thought that he had the filter end on me.

After announcing that my Father had 6 months to live my Mom moved out and to this day I don't understand the men picking her up from our house while she still lived there. Within 6 months she was gone, moved out. Left her dying husband and abandoned 5 boys and disappeared.

The abandonment and rejection that you feel from a Mom is indescribable, even to me. To date I cannot ever recall" I love you " from my mom. But I remember the slaps to the face and the horrific beatings I received from the "switches" which were more like tree branches.

I didn't feel that my Mom didn't like me, I felt that she hated me and was out to prove it. For some reason I was her outlet to take out her frustrations and rage on.

I was left having to fend for myself. I had to learn how to wash and dry clothes if you wanted something to wear to school. I was so embarrassed and ashamed going to school with clothes that smelled sour and were wrinkled. My world had been turned upside down overnight.

My Dad had a surgery and 1/4 of his front left skull had been removed and never replaced to get to the tumor. You could literally see his brain everyday through his skin, but after 6 months he was alive. He lived another 5 years.

One day he called me into his room and asked who I wanted to live with, Aunt Teddy or Aunt Elsie. I chose Aunt Teddy because they lived closer but in a rural country small town. She also was the Mom of my favorite cousin, Nancy, we were the same age.They were successful farmers and seemed to have everything.

I will never forget my first day of high school. I received a page to the office and was surprised to see my Mom. "Dad died today," her words falling to the floor around me, as she spoke.He had been in a nursing home in another city for a while and I was living on different friends couches or wherever I could.

My Mom was shacked up with some guy and slapped me on the face when I finally did find her and asked her if I could stay with her. I was promptly driven down to the convenience store and listened as she phoned aunt Teddy to come get me.

"He is your son,you keep him" was her response. And with that I became a homeless 14 year old, alone and scared in the world, but determined to survive. Gone were the hopes of going to college, the dream of having a nice home and a car, not to mention a family. I was on my on again. I was 14 and on the streets.

I met Ms. Fields my sophomore year. She was 4ft 8 salt and pepper hair with glistening eyes and a feisty yet caring demeanor. Ms. Fields was my speech and drama teacher, I had taken it as an elective, and apparently she saw something in me because she invited me to her church. I told her I didn't have a ride so she came to pick me and my friend that I lived with up.

The Eagle's Nest Church was brimming with activity, everyone seemed so happy, excited and "blessed." It was crazy, people jumping up and down, tambourines, costumes, banners and dancing which I later found out was called worshiping the Lord. Later on in life I would find out that the husband and wife Pastors were George and Clarice Fluitt, very well respected Apostle Prophet team.

Although I didn't really understand it all the thing that made me want to come back the next Sunday was the unconditional love these total strangers showed me that day. And being there, well it just felt good. There was a presence, an atmosphere, a sense of well being.

Two weeks later I was saved, delivered, filled and healed as the Elders lay hands on me and walked me through different prayers.It was like walking on air when I left that day. All of the heavy, oppressed feelings, depression and heartbreak were lifted. I loved everyone and everything. All I wanted to do was tell others about what happened. All of the colors outside seemed brighter.

Until that point in my life I had only been exposed to Christianity once. A missionary came to my apartment complex. Armed with a guitar, a small speaker, chocolate milk and some books he set up in the community center and began to play.

All I remember is this Baptist preacher prayed a salvation prayer over me and had me repeat it and I left with one of those books called, The Good News Bible. I would later find out this man's name was Ray Mears, a well known and respected Baptist missionary.

He wasn't in a church or on TV or selling anything that day. He just cared enough about getting people saved that he was obedient in the small things. He went to an apartment complex and ministered to about 10 kids and one of them went on to lead thousands of people to the Lord and has an international miracle and revival ministry and a miracle street evangelism ministry as a result of his actions.

In fact my ministry was birthed by me going to coffee houses and down by LSU at night to witness and get people saved. I would then invite them to my house so they could feel God's presence. I would often say, there ain't no high like the Most high.

High school was strange to me. I just felt different than everyone else. The peer pressure was crazy. What you wear, what you or your parents drive, where you live etc... .

My adopted family drove a 1974 AMC Hornet. The year was 1982. It was rough, it was ugly and it was my transportation. The car had no a/c so we would have to drive fast and roll the windows down. Instead of a gas cap we had a pair of men's underwear.

Instead of an antennae we had a coat hanger. Instead of a license plate we had "in-tow" written in pencil hung in the back window with a piece of tape. If you wanted to get into the right side of the car, you had to leave the window down and jump through the window like the Duke's of Hazzard.

If you forget the key or lost it, no problem just find the flat-head screwdriver because the key doesn't work. And if the screwdriver doesn't work make sure that you park on a hill so you can pop the clutch when you get someone to push you.

I quickly realized a couple of things upon seeing the car. 1.) I would never be able to have a girlfriend 2.) I would never be able to have a normal high school life. and 3.) Become really good at spotting anyone you know so you can pretend to tie your shoe, so they do not see you sweating in 100 degree temperature, because the a/c doesn't work and you rolled the windows up so they wouldn't know. Yeah, the Green Hornet made sure that I remained pure through high school. Keeping it real.

When God touched me in 1995 and I moved on from the CI church I began to speak more in meetings and in churches as well as my own meetings at home.

I had gone to Orlando, FL for a Rodney Howard Browne Ministers Conference and on the way back I wanted to stop in Florida to see Christian and Robin Harfouche in Pensacola. I had seen them years earlier at CI and wanted to see what they were up to.

What I found were people who had the anointing in their meetings very strong. It was the only place I had been that reminded me of my own meetings at home.

I was offered a full scholarship to their Bible College and within months I was in Pensacola, feeling that this is where God wanted me during this time.

It was my second year during a conference when a Pastor sat next to me and invited me to his church in Alabama. It was a rural setting but I was excited to get back out and speak and do miracles again.

Long story short people's lives were changed, miracles happened and the meetings were extended. A lady who hadn't walked for 3 years called the church and I went over to pray for her. God healed her and she ran around in her front yard. Upon seeing this her husband and son got healed.

I had told this church when I first came there that the headline in their paper was going to read " The spirit of Geneva is Revival". Little did I know that this lady with vertigo owned a radio station called, " The Spirit of Geneva ". I was in an interview with the newspaper and they were skeptical having known this lady for some time. At that moment the lady came in through the door dancing and leaping and praising God. The newspaper man said, " You've got your headline" !

From there word of mouth spread, invitations came and I was traveling bringing my "living room" to hundreds of churches, 38 states and 4 countries in only 4 years.

As they say the rest is history. The healing miracles increased, the financial miracles increased and favor increased. I did it. I lived my dream of going from a homeless adopted foster child to an international miracle ministry and reaching the world before I was 35.

To date I have never been in any of my meetings where there these things were not taking place. For me this is normal and natural because my family's nature is Supernatural.

So my story is an inspirational story but it also became my ministry. My message is that Christianity is about family. Love needs a receiver to be love. The Father, the Mother and the Brother reproduced because that is what life and love does, it reproduces after it's own kind.

This is my family now. I am taught by my family. My family is Supernatural, Miraculous and full of Sings and Wonders. For me this is the language of love. My family taught me that they love me so much they will stop at nothing to prove their love to me. They will show signs that point to them. They will show wonders to make me think of them. They will even walk on the water to get to me and guess what they even teach me that it is OK to walk on the water with them.

This was the whole message to Peter. Peter was so awakened by the Supernatural he stayed close to Jesus. He watched Him curse a fig tree and asked Him about it. He watched Him walk on water and said Can I do that too? This same Peter got so disappointed that he went back to the world, the familiar, the security of what he knew his whole life. This is why Jesus kept asking him " do you love Me." God is Love. Faith works by love. Peter lost faith, he doubted, therefore he lost love, therefore he got out of fellowship with the " Family."

Stay in love with the Family, stay in faith, and stay in the Supernatural. If we really get to know the Family then we will fall in more love with Them to the point that we are One with Them. This becomes the place where all things are possible.

Blessings and Much FavorMicheal Pipes

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