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Grace is not just a word; grace is not just a noun; grace is God’s supernatural enabling power and His favor that gives you the strength to be an overcomer of your circumstances. The Lord gives grace to the humble. He will give you more grace. Just ask him (by Yvonne and Sarah Jane Svitlik from Thirty Days with Jesus in the Secret Place ).
Having experienced God’s grace in countless ways, my wife and I attended a Global Awakening conference in 2019, seeking to deepen our understanding and connection to His power. After the first day’s session, we were encouraged to pray for the person standing next to us. The man beside me, whom I will call John, offered to pray for me first.
When it was my turn, I asked John what he needed prayer for. He shared that his eyesight was severely impaired; leaving him with mostly blurry vision. Although he could still discern shapes and movement, he struggled with everyday tasks and navigating his surroundings. Due to time constraints and the need to vacate the auditorium, I suggested we reconnect the following day, and John agreed.
Overnight, at 4:20 a.m., overcome with emotion for John’s situation, I found myself weeping into my pillow for him. Embarrassed, I turned away from my wife, not wanting her to see or hear me in such a vulnerable moment. In the quiet of my heart, I distinctly heard God’s voice, clear and unmistakable, calling me to play Amazing Grace for John.
It all became clear then as I recalled the line from the song, “I was blind, but now I see.†God was calling me to play my flute to convey the Father’s heart of love and compassion and to bring healing
Music, particularly frequencies like those of the flute, has been shown to affect the body in ways we are only beginning to understand. When I play under the anointing of the Holy Spirit, the pure, heavenly tones invite God’s presence, moving in a powerful way. The flute, with its ability to carry these divine, angelic notes, serves as an instrument of God’s grace—a prayer offering in the form of music, releasing healing frequencies into the atmosphere and inviting restoration.
This calling didn’t come as a surprise; God had already been preparing my heart for it. To provide some context for this divine prompting, let me share a little background.
In October 2017, I attended Awaken the Dawn on the National Mall in Washington, D.C. This was a grassroots movement of 24/7 day and night praise and worship and intercessory prayer to bring a new awakening of the presence of God, America’s Tent of Meeting. The Awaken the Dawn movement was being referred to as a Jesus Woodstock for a New Generation. “Bring your voice.†“Bring your song.†And “bring your flute!†I heard.
God had been preparing me for this moment for years. In 2017, at Awaken the Dawn, I received a prophetic word that laid the foundation for what was to come. A pastor prophesied over me and shared her vision of me playing with the anointing of Almighty God. She described a fiery wall of protection surrounding me, along with a shield of Goodwill, Pleasure, and Favor. She saw that when I played, the heavens would open and saw the smile of Jesus with tears in the corner of His eyes. Demons would flee at the sound of my playing, and people would be delivered, healed, and slain in the Spirit. Doors would open for me that I must walk through, and if I didn’t, those people would suffer.
God was beginning to use me in this powerful way.
One Sunday morning in 2019, my friend Martin approached me after the service with something incredible. He shared a vision he had received. He saw musical notes rising from the top of my head, floating upward toward heaven, before gently descending upon the people gathered in the room. Amazingly, this vision mirrored exactly what I was seeing in my spirit at that very moment.
And as we worshipped, a fiery wall of protection surrounded me and the room. No enemy could penetrate God’s protection. People worshipped with hands raised and shouts of praise, bowing down, some fell prostrate, some danced, and occasionally the sound of someone blowing the shofar summoned all present to greater awakening and awareness of the Holy Spirit’s presence.
Then, to my astonishment, Martin handed me a sketch of the entire scene on a piece of 3-hole punch-lined paper, just after the service.
In bold, large letters, was the word war, an acronym for Worship and Rise. I’ve kept this drawing on my desk under a clear desk blotter as a constant reminder that the act of worshiping and arising releases God’s power to shift and transform our circumstances.
Martin’s vision revealed that my role, my calling, was not only to worship, but to arise with my flute as a weapon of transformative change. It was more than just playing music; it was a sacred act. It was the very act of worshiping and arising, engaging in a spiritual war that releases God’s power to have sway over the circumstances in and around us, bringing healing to both our souls and bodies.
The year 2019 also marked the Jewish year 5779, a time signifying open doors and the fulfillment of prophecy, when God was positioning me to step fully into my calling, a new season in my life, of ministry, where the doors to my destiny were being opened wide. And if I didn’t step through them, people would suffer.
As Martin and I parted ways that day, he said something that has stuck with me ever since: “Take your flute everywhere with you, Bill.†It didn’t feel like a casual remark; it felt prophetic—something God was speaking directly to me.
Fast forward a few years, after a service, a man named Shep approached me. “My name is Shep,†he said, extending his hand. I introduced myself in return.
“Can I share something with you?†he asked.
“Sure,†I replied, intrigued by what he had to say.
He then proceeded to share a vision he had of musical notes rising from my head and floating out into the congregation. It was exactly what I experienced as I played with God’s anointing. I invited the Holy Spirit to come, and as I did, it was His melodies, His expression, and frequency that flowed from my flute.
It didn’t completely surprise me, though. I remembered Martin’s prophetic drawing and the similar words and visions I had received back in 2019. Yet, hearing Shep speak it once more, felt like a powerful confirmation, a reminder that God was moving through the sound of my flute, that His presence was moving powerfully among His people.
A few months later, Shep shared with me that God had a “special musical note” for me. I was intrigued, but confused.
What in the world could he mean?
I sometimes experiment with different fingerings on the flute to create unique effects, but I couldn’t imagine what he was talking about. For the next week or two, I kept asking God, “So, what’s this special note you have for me, Lord? “But I heard nothing. Crickets.
Then, one day while standing at the altar, I heard in my spirit, “Holy Spirit wind.†Three times, the words were repeated. Without really thinking, I brought the flute to my lips and blew air across the blow hole into the microphone, creating a soft, breathy sound—a sound more like the wind than music.
After the service, Shep approached me. “The funniest thing happened while I was worshiping,†he said. “I felt a wind pass by me.†He paused, looking around. “I couldn’t figure out where it was coming from. There were no doors or windows open.â€
I smiled, realizing that this was the very note Shep had prophesied: “Holy Spirit Wind.â€
I’ve digressed a bit from my original story, but I wanted to share some background on God’s calling in my life. With prophetic words and visions like the one’s I’ve shared , I felt a sense of divine anticipation. The next day, as I entered the convention hall, I focused my attention on one thing: finding John.
The center was alive with activity. The hallways were filled with people sharing their spiritual gifts and praying in the Holy Spirit for one another. Laughter and the sound of prayer filled the air as the Spirit moved through the crowd. There was one group so deeply touched by the Spirit that they would fall to the floor, laughing uncontrollably as the Spirit ministered to each one of them.
In the midst of all of this, my wife had set up a folding step ladder, which served as a podium for making announcements. She encouraged me to climb the ladder and play my flute, but the idea made me feel uneasy. Initially, I did, but feeling uncomfortable, I quickly climbed back down.
So, Peggy, seeing my unease, took matters into her own hands. She climbed the ladder herself and called out John’s name above the noise of the crowd, inviting him to meet us where we were.
When John finally made his way to us, I suggested we head downstairs to find a quieter place. At first, we talked to get to know each other, sang songs, and worshipped together. Eventually, I felt led to ask him about the cause of his blindness. He shared a startling revelation. His blindness wasn’t something he was born with; rather, he believed it was because of a macumba curse, a form of black magic like Voodoo, placed on him several years earlier during a mission trip to Brazil. He explained that Macumba, an Afro-Brazilian religion known for its strong connection to dark spiritual practices, was the source of his affliction.
I felt an overpowering urgency in my spirit to see God’s healing power and the restoration of John’s sight. But first, I needed to get a baseline of what John could or couldn’t see. I held up two fingers with my right hand, then five with my left. In both cases, John couldn’t see how many fingers I was holding. This was new territory for me. I had prayed for small things in the past, but this was huge—I had never prayed for someone who was blind before.
I began by telling John how God had awakened me in the night and instructed me to play “Amazing Grace†for him. He eagerly welcomed the idea. As I yielded to God’s leading and began to play the melody on my flute, I felt the Holy Spirit’s presence sweep over me, empowering me to play with confidence. As I played, John received God’s amazing grace, and in the authority I had been given in Christ, I boldly commanded healing for his eyesight in the Name of Jesus. It was a powerful reminder that when we step out in faith, even in our vulnerability, God’s power moves through us, enabling us to fulfill His purpose and bring restoration where it’s needed.
Afterward, I tested his vision again by holding up the same number of fingers as before. This time, he was able to identify them correctly. He also mentioned that he was able to make out my facial features, which had been blurry before. Although his healing wasn’t fully complete, he believed that God had started the process and was confident that his sight would be fully restored.
John 14:12 says “I tell you this timeless truth: The person who follows me in faith, believing in me, will do the same mighty miracles that I do—even greater miracles than these because I go to be with my Father! For I will do whatever you ask me to do when you ask me in my name. And that is how the Son will show what the Father is really like and bring glory to him.â€
Though John hadn’t experienced complete healing yet, the improvement was a significant beginning. While I had hoped for immediate restoration, both of us knew that we needed to continue trusting in God’s goodness for the full restoration of his sight—even when we don’t have all the answers. When we rely solely on our own strength, often the healing process doesn’t make sense. This is because God’s faith goes beyond our own; His faith operates supernaturally, beyond the limitations of our natural understanding. To have such faith is truly Amazing Grace.
CONCLUSIVE THOUGHTS:
“That’s Amazing Grace†is one of those miracle stories that continues to inspire me, and it’s a testament that God’s healing power is alive and active today. It offers hope to everyone that they, too, can do all things through Christ who strengthens us. So, be encouraged. There’s no reason to doubt your ability to pray for others—you absolutely can. Amazing Grace is God’s supernatural enabling power and favor, providing you with the strength to act. Just ask Him.
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CREDITS
That’s Amazing Grace — written by Bill Hutzel
Voice enabling by Eleven Labs
Flute interpretation and solo by Bill Hutzel
Produced, arranged, and recorded by John D’Elia, Such Clay Productions