Juanita Bynum - No More Sheets: Starting Over

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I m sitting on the side of the bed at about 7:30 in the morning, looking across the street from my hotel window. The flow of traffic and pedestrians gives this the appearance of a typical Sunday morning. As swiftly as the cars move down the road, the question rings in my mind over and over again: What did I do last night? This is the power and the pressure of the morning after.

The morning after what? you ask.

I feel the same thing I felt the morning after I failed Godthe morning after I had sex with someone I was not married to.

Last night I didnt uncover myself with a man, but I stood before a crowd and bared my soul. I shared the intimate details of my life with single men and women who have likewise been trapped in unholy relationships. It was necessary for my wounds to be reopened. I died a slow and painful death in front of those people so someone else could live again.

No one knows how I feel right now. My workers are all in their rooms. My mother is in Chicago taking care of my father who is sick. That means I have to face the trauma and thoughts of the morning after all by myself.

My mind asks, What are people saying? What are they thinking? Did the people receive? Had the Word been rejected? I knew that I had told it all. I bared my soul. I also asked myself, Lord, how painful must this get? How far does this process go?

OK, so I did the tape. I did the video. Why am I still feeling such mixed emotions? I feel somewhat embarrassed. I feel somewhat alone. I feel exposed and vulnerable. Yet, at the same time, I am still not satisfied. Am I crazy? With all these feelings, I still felt that there was more that I needed to say. Thats one reason I felt compelled to write this book.

Yes, it was difficult for me to do what I did. But when I speak to a crowd, God lets me see beneath the makeup, jewelry, and stylish clothes. When I see a soul at war with its own body, I have to do something. I say to myself, I must help! I am only experiencing a fraction of what Jesus must have felt when He looked out and said to His Father, Who shall go? Just as Jesus said, so say I, Father, send me. I will go!

Pastors, friends, and colleagues told me how powerful the video and the message were. They insisted that I write this book because I would really get paid. But you know what? Juanita Bynums message is not about a market; its a mandate.

That morning, as I peeled myself out of the bed, I felt unsure of what I would face behind those closed doors. The maid knocked, and I thought it was one of my workers. I said to myself, How can I show my face? Oh my God, I just cant do this!

I knew that I had to face my tomorrow, just as everyone else did. But for some reason, by the time I got dressed and stood in front of the bathroom mirror, I was more beautiful to myself than I had ever been in my life. I felt a sense of renewing. I felt I had been emptied out. Surprisingly, I felt free!

As I walked down the hall, my workers were in silence. No one knew what to say. Finally, as we entered the elevator, one worker whose eyes were torn between looking at me and looking at the floor, spoke with a shaking, quivering voice and said, Prophetess, you set me free.

At that moment, as the elevator began to descend, I knew it was worth it all. For one person to say that to me, I felt like I got paid. For a worker within my own camp to say, You set me free, that was payment enough! I had no clue what kind of impact last nights message had made on the audience. In a matter of minutes, however, I would discover just how deeply people had been touched.

As the elevator door opened, the lobby was filled with people coming from the morning service at Bishop Jakes church. Some were going and some were coming. I hurried through the lobby, barely being recognized by anyone before I exited the building.

Finally, the dreaded moment came when I stopped moving. As I waited at the curb for the security guards to bring the car around, a young woman jumped out of a car, ran over to me, and buried her head in my bosom. She wept and whimpered, No more sheets! Another woman embraced me and said, Im about to catch my plane, and I got some stuff I have to throw out of my house.

By the time the car arrived, six or seven people were standing there holding on to me and saying, Prophetess, thank you. Thank you so much for telling our story. Those words hit my spirit so hard. Standing on that curb, I realized it was not my story; it was our story. I was just the sacrifice to the public, but it was the story of millions of people.

Thats the secret to No More Sheets. Its not the Juanita Bynum story. Its the story of every woman and man in the Body of Christ who has no platform. That day, I spoke for every person who wanted to be free. I became all of the voices crying out in silencevoices no one has ever heard. I became every groan, moan, heartbreak, disappointment, and molestation. I became that person. I was the voice of the people crying out to God saying, Bring me out of the sheets!

As the car drove away and the people waved and wept, I didnt feel like a star. I had only done what God had asked me to do. I had assisted Him in saving a soul. By motivating one or two or three to walk in integrity and righteousness, I was helping one more person to present his or her body a living sacrifice. When I got to church, I walked in proud. My head was held high, not because I was Prophetess Bynum, but because I had helped somebody!

I have preached a lot of messages. I have ministered in a number of places, but that day on the platform, I answered my mandateno more sheets!

Maybe you werent in the audience that day. You may never have heard the tape or seen the video. You may be wondering, What are these sheets shes talking about? Well, my friend, sheets are layers of bondage that have affected your emotions through sexual experiences.

A lot of single men and women are bound up today. Sisters are carrying the baggage of past relationships and sexual encounters. Brothers arent free to answer Gods call on their lives. Weighed down with guilt, shame, and regret, these believers have become ineffective for the Kingdom.