THINGS I REMEMBER AS A CHILD OF THE KING Things I remember... I was saved on Sunday in Sacramento, CA and on Monday I was back at College in Eureka, CA (300 miles). I didnt know a Christian in that area and all my friends were drug users. I had an advanced Psychology class taught by a lesbian. It was a very immoral class. She turned down the lights and we removed our shoes and sat on the floor in a circle. We were instructed to write something on a piece of paper that we had never told anyone. I wrote something like, I just got saved and I am happy. We gave the folded paper to the person next to us and could give them permission to read it if we chose. All during the class I was praying silently that God would help me through this class. There was not time for my paper to be read since it had only gone about halfway around the circle. The Professor stood up, walked over and stood directly in front of me and said, We have spent this entire semester building trust and openness between us and there is something different about you today. I dont feel I can be open around you. If you will not come back to class I will issue you a B for the semester. A few weeks after I was saved I finished the college semester and moved back to my home town. I was turning into my pastors driveway and was rear ended by a gravel truck. I was a hippie with no money, and now no car. I began to pray for another older model, mid-sized station wagon (because I was still a hippie at heart). In a couple of weeks my father (totally out of character), bought a 1957 Chevy station wagon with 23K miles at an estate action near his home. He didnt know about my car and just thought it was a good deal. $500. At a house meeting we were praying that a friend who recently died would be raised from the dead. Several of us wanted to go to the cemetery to see if it happened. Our pastor came by and brought some balance and wisdom to the gathering, but we lived our lives with anticipation and expectation. We got hay wagons and flatbed truck trailers and held meetings at parks with music and sharing. We witnessed to anything that moved. We had marches down Main Street with guitars and singing. We went into bars and told people about Jesus. Sometimes we would immediately take people back to the church and pray for them and counsel with them. We carried our Bibles everywhere we went. The staff at restaurants knew who we were and many were glad to see us even though we weren’t great tippers. They needed a little entertainment in their lives. LOL. As a ministry student I was assigned to the hospital to pray for people. I received a call one evening that someones relative was in the ICU and not expected to live. I was tired and did not want to go, but I went out of duty. When I arrived the nurse told me the lady’s lung had collapsed and the other was filling with liquid. She would not live until morning. I still was not moved emotionally but I went in, laid hands on her, and asked God to heal her. Three days later she left the hospital. I realized what a mighty God I serve and He honored obedience, not my attitude or emotion. I was healed several times, and saw many healings. I saw people saved, and the baptismal tank was used every week. We sang and danced before God. At times we had four or five services a week and it never seemed like enough. There was an hour pre-service prayer and there were a lot of people there. Some walked around, some knelt at the altar and some prayed from a chair, but almost everyone was focused on Christ. There were interchurch meetings with two to four or five churches joined together for a series of meetings and God would visit in a powerful way. These werent revival meetings, just meetings where we all came together. To my knowledge there is only one generation alive that have experienced an international move of God and all that goes with it. The things that were happening at the time became the norm for a few years, but looking back I can see they were not normal at all. I believe God wants us to remember those times to create an anticipation for these times. Just as Joshua and Caleb were the last of their generation, and the only two left who had witnessed all the miracles of the exodus, then lead the next generation into the next phase of possessing what God had provided for them, we are being called back into service to lead another generation into the things God has provided. One here and one there, God is bringing us back. Not to reminisce about the ‘good ole’ days’, but to renew vision in people and bring hope and expectation to move forward. Sad to say that this has not been my experience for some time. I realize it is me and not God, and that many of you have continued to have this life with Christ, but as for me, I need restoration. I want to return to the simplicity of belief without abandoning the maturity, experience and knowledge He has provided. I want to live in wonderment again! I am seeing Him set the table here in Ireland and I anxiously await the meal He is about to serve the people of this nation......
Posted on: Mon, 11 Aug 2014 08:50:37 +0000
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