Hello My Dear Friend,

I am sending you this message because I truly believe that you are part of this ministry by your continued love and support with your prayers and finances. Also, I want to give you an update concerning the work that I am doing for His Glory. I have had a very busy year that afforded me the opportunity to minister to a multitude of people with various needs. However, the year is not over and the needs for prayer and ministry are constant. Everyday I am contacted by people from all over the world that ask for our help here at "Carol Kornacki Ministries."

I personally read all the emails; they are not passed on to an office assistant. I read each one and as I am reading, I begin to pray for the need. A personal touch is so important.

Yesterday, a mother emailed me in great desperation; her young daughter has run off with an older man. He is perverted and is having sex with her. God only knows what else he has subjected her to. This poor mother hasn't heard from her child, she is ravished with fear. I joined her in prayer and consoled her. This is the "heart of the Lord," to reach out to the brokenhearted and strengthen the feeble knees. Only a mother can understand how it feels not to know where your child is, it is frightening!

Recently, I was a main speaker at a large conference. One morning, while preaching, I noticed a young woman about twenty year's old sitting on the front pew; I couldn't miss her, she had come to church in her pajamas. I couldn't help but notice how beautiful her eyes were, or how glazed over they were. It was obvious she was on medication. That afternoon she came and knocked on my door. I decided to spend some quality time with her. I took her to lunch between services. The waitress at the restaurant did a double take when she saw her. While we ate she told me her story. I saw her as so many young people today: lost, frightened, full of bitterness and rebellion. All this, brought on by... who knows what!
That extra touch and special time we shared brought her back every night. One night I looked over and saw she was raising her hands during worship. It brought tears to my eyes.
Today she is in college in New York and has a 4.0 average! Amazing! Gone are the pajama's, except at night and she is off the med's. It is so important to see past people's faults to their needs!

At one of our services, a young man handed me a necklace, it was a pentagram. I know them well! He told me he was done with that lifestyle and that my testimony has changed his life. I took the ugly necklace and threw it out. Thank God, another soul rescued!

Do you have a loved one that needs to know the Lord? A lost child or family member who is in darkness and you long to see them saved?
Send me their name and I will go to the Throne Room of Grace on their behalf.

I have prayed for countless people who are living with some dreaded diseases in their body. The threat of cancer and virus' have grown considerably in the nation. It is a time of great warfare and fervent prayers against these "spirits" of infirmity. I have seen God heal many people and I have seen others go home to HIM!

God takes me to so many unusual places. Here is one of my stories:

I visited an isolated Amish town in upstate New York. These people are very private and rarely let anyone in their homes. I am not talking about those who live off tourists and wear the Amish garb but don't live the lifestyle. The ones that I visited were way up in a place called Black Lake, New York. I usually go in the Fall.
They were aware that I am a "preacher lady," and that I teach the Word of God. They always seem genuinely happy when I arrive, they bake me fresh cinnamon rolls and bread. Yummy!!
At first they were very skeptic, but God gave me favor. One family had a young son. His name was Jonah. I loved him the first time I saw him and he took to me as well. He had cystic fibrosis, his little body was thin and pale, but he never complained.
Jonah had to go on a machine at night run by gasoline generators. They don't believe in electricity and I wasn't there to question their lifestyle or debate their way of living. I was there to love and pray for this sick boy.
The family invited me to their dinner table to share meals with them. It was quite an experience. I would sit at the table and look at the bare walls. The room was lit with kerosene lamps and candles. The stove was filled with pots brimming with fresh vegetables and the oven (heated by wood) was baking a fresh loaf of bread that melts in your mouth. I was so excited to eat all that fresh and healthy food. We would chitchat about my "world" as I sat "in theirs". I told them of the attack on the twin towers in New York. I watched their faces as I explained what it was like to fly in a plane and the horror of the attack. When dinner was over the machines were filled with gasoline and Jonah and his sister (who suffered from cystic fibrosis as well) would put on the masks to help to clear out their lungs, of the fluid that fills them. It was then I would be lost in prayer. The winters in upstate New York are brutal and their lifestyle didn't afford them much relief. I didn't understand some of their ways.....but I learned to love them and appreciate their hard work. Often I would go to the gas station and get the gas so they didn't have to travel in the cold autumn night. It would be a lot of trouble hitching up the horses and all. I considered it an honor to help.
One bitter cold winter, Jonah gave up the fight. His little body was weak and fluid had filled him from head to toe. His suffering was great but again he never complained. When I arrived they told me he had died. As I wept for the loss of him, the family told me he had a dream about me. He died shortly thereafter. I miss the little guy, but he is certainly out of pain and in God's presence. it was an awesome opportunity to be his friend and pray for him.

Besides speaking at seminars, conferences, churches, television and radio, I have had gone to prisons, rehabilitation centers and the streets. Carol Kornacki Ministries supports widows, orphans and the homeless. We feed the poor and send aid to single mothers. I have prayed for thousands of people who are crying out for more of God. I have taken drug addicts in my arms and prayed that demon of addiction off of them. I have held a child who was fevered as she was dying of aids. I wept with a woman as she watched her husband draw his last breath. I have ministered to those who, years after 911, still cry in the night and I have prayed fear out of small children.

I have traveled across this nation with one goal and one focus, to seek souls for His Majesty the King, Jesus the Christ!

Are you willing to cover me in prayer as I go? Would you become a prayer partner with this ministry? I would be honored to have you partner with me in these last days. I will go wherever God sends me, and with your prayer and financial help, I CAN DO IT!

This is the opportunity to reach out your hand to others so that God can reach out to you in your time of need! I only ask when the need is great and the time is short. Your gift looses me to go, and it looses blessings and answered prayers in your life. Please do not wait, do it now!

By clicking on the DONATION button, below, you can start the process. You can give by credit card, or send a check to the address provided. Be a part of my work for Jesus Christ! There will come a night that no man will work. Let's do it now!

Because you care, you give. He sees that!

Tightly in His Grip,

Carol