Lisa Harper: 5 Life-Changing Sermons on Trust and Faith You NEED to Hear | Full Sermons on TBN

I remember putting the phone down and thinking, God, I can’t do this. This is too hard. At that moment, I heard just two words from the Lord. Now, culture might say, That’s inappropriate. That’s intolerant. That’s hateful. That’s narrow-minded. But my response? Take it up with God, because He’s the one who said it. He declared, I am completely supreme and sovereign over all. There is none like Me.

Before diving into Luke 4, I want to share a true story that happened recently. I was heading to Taos, New Mexico, for an event. A friend in Nashville told me, Lisa, when you go to Taos, there’s a spa with natural hot springs that are unbelievable. They’re even said to have restorative properties that boost metabolism. I thought, I’m in!

So, during my free afternoon in Taos, I visited this upscale spa. As soon as I arrived, I realized—Oh no! I left my swimsuit at the hotel, which was all the way across town. I explained my predicament to the cheerful receptionist, a tiny young woman who definitely looked gluten-free. Without hesitation, she perkily replied, No worries! You’re free to go nude here.

I quickly responded, Well, if I take advantage of that freedom, some of your other guests might be traumatized. Probably not the best idea. She remained undeterred, still beaming as she said, Oh, no worries at all! We have loaner swimsuits! Then, she pulled out a bin filled with pre-worn swimsuits.

I had never heard of such a thing. My first reaction? This makes me want to gag a little. But then I thought, This is a once-in-a-lifetime experience. I may never return to this spa. Why let a few stranger’s germs stand in the way of a miracle?

So, I carefully reached into the bin and chose the least damp option—a large black one-piece with what felt like built-in body armor on top and plenty of room everywhere else. Perfect! I thought. I’ve always wanted an Amish-style swimsuit.

A few minutes later, I had changed and was soaking in the hot spring my friend had raved about. It was breathtaking. Carved from stone, about ten feet in diameter, with mineral-rich water bubbling up from deep underground. The spa had a beautiful teak privacy fence, and beyond it, I could see the stunning Sangre de Cristo Mountains. The sun was beginning to set, casting a peachy-purple glow over the valley, with snow-capped peaks in the distance. This was so worth borrowing a stranger’s swimsuit!

I had never been more relaxed in my life. I soaked in the tranquility—for about four and a half minutes.

Then, I heard high-pitched giggling and Portuguese voices coming from the nearby locker room. Moments later, four stunning Brazilian women, who had not opted for the loaner swimsuits, came bounding into the hot spring area.

Suddenly, what had felt like a spacious, serene pool became… very crowded. And very uncovered.

I pressed myself as far into the corner as possible, desperate to avoid accidental contact with, well, anything. The women, completely unbothered, were chatting and laughing in Portuguese. Then, they turned toward me—pointing and laughing.

At first, I thought, That’s just mean! I don’t care where you’re from—we don’t do that in America! I felt a wave of indignation rising—like I might just punch them in the throat if I could even find it amidst all the wobbly bits.

But right then, one of the women waved her hand in front of my face, trying to get my attention in a friendly way. Then, she said…