I meet up with my friend Rick, a fellow redhead, frequently for coffee or lunch. Rick never minces words and I can always depend on him when I am looking for honesty or a swift kick in the back pockets.
I recently told him I have been getting a lot of WOK (word of knowledge) and prophecy for people. A few friends but mostly strangers. He reminded me that it might be because I finally accepted it as normal. Normal? Rick has told me numerous times that it is a part of me that I don’t need to scrutinize or push away and it might just be finally sinking in that I am hearing Him correctly.
I often tell Big Sky Daddy that if “this” is not from Him, to just take it away. Not only the words but the desire to share them. Then I realize I don’t ever have a conscious desire to do this. Especially not with strangers. Nor my doctors. Nor home repair techs, Pastors, or Police Officers. Y’all might not believe this, but I am not as extroverted as I might appear to be.
Years ago, I had someone tell me that I needed to read people’s mail or basically expose their hidden sins, or I wasn’t helping to redeem them. If I told them what God loves about them or how He envisions their future, I wasn’t moving them forward. I told her that God doesn’t speak to me like that about people. Besides, doesn’t Romans 2:4 talk about the goodness of God is what leads man to repentance? If God does have a word of correction the person will be convicted in their own heart. He doesn’t need me to shout it from the housewares aisle in Target.
So, of course, the negative voice in my head continues to recall this conversation and tells me I am doing it all wrong. But then my heart wins out and tells me that God loves His children so much that He wants to speak thru anyone who will share His good news. HIS GOOD NEWS, peeps.
Can you see why those who don’t know God are afraid of Christians? I recall years ago, meeting a group of people for lunch on a Sunday. A friend teasingly greeted me with “Hello Pastor, I hope lunch is on you today.” A young couple also waiting in line, heard this, suddenly looked rattled, and quickly turned around with their backs to me. I thought “Whoa! Did you all have pre-marital sex last night! Ha! Or what are you feeling guilty about? .” There was an obvious strong reaction to hearing someone called a religious title and it wasn’t joy.
Be the reason people want to know more about Big Sky Daddy. Be LOVE. Be HIM.