There is a time in our early walk with the Lord that we truly are servants. I think that is partly because we are so new to the things of the kingdom that like a little child, we need to be told what to do and even how we are to accomplish it. Often this happens through more mature believers around us like a pastor or teacher or maybe a friend or family member, but not always. Sometimes we can just get thrown into the deep end and have to fend for ourselves and are told to sink or swim. Okay, not literally told that but it’s certainly what it feels like! I happened to me.
When I first began to feel the stirring of God on my life I didn’t really know what it was but what I was felt something I couldn’t really articulate. I felt like something or someone was calling me; perhaps wooing might be a better word. Suddenly I was drawn to the people Paul had been hanging out with for years, buthad had rejected as weird religious people. I certainly had nothing in common with them. But one day things somehow changed and I felt drawn to them and eventually I crossed the chicken line and went to their meeting to find out what was going on.
While I always believed in God, He scared me a lot so I pretty much avoided anything that I thought might put me in His radar sites. And then there was Jesus; well who was good enough for Him, certainly not me. I was doing the best I could to be a good person, not get in trouble and steer clear of anything to do with religion so Jesus really intimidated the heck out of me. My only thoughts about Him had to do with, please don’t come soon, I’m not anywhere perfect yet! Keep away!
I mention all that to make it clear that when I said I crossed the chicken line, I wasn’t kidding. I really didn’t know if God would push His big red smite button or not when I went to meet with these people. I thought I had only been invited because they thought I was better than I really was. If they knew how bad and unworthy I really was, they would have never extended the invitation.
I did go anyway though and I wasn’t rejected at the door. Obviously God didn’t smite me either or I wouldn’t be here today, of that I’m certain. But these people; I had no words to describe them. The seemed like giants to me, very powerful giants! They were all women and yet they were warriors wielding swords and their words were authoritative and powerful!
I wondered what I had stepped in to. Who were these people? I sat as far back in my chair to become as small as I possibly could, hoping to avoid drawing attention to myself. I was afraid they would remember I was sitting there and turn their focus to me. Too late! They all came over, placed a sword cross-wise in my hands and began to declare and prophesy over me. I had no idea that’s what they were doing at the time but, that’s what it was. I’m pretty sure my eyes were wide and my expression was one of a small animal about to be consumed by its predator!
Thus began my journey toward sonship. It didn’t happen overnight. No, it took awhile. For the first year of my salvation I was simply learning to swim so I didn’t sink. You see, these people were a part of a Healing Rooms Ministry. Every Saturday they would meet over in the east part of town and pray for people to be healed. I wanted to be around them, (that draw to be near was so strong), so I would make food for them to have for lunch between prayer sessions. (Yes, I was staying in my comfort zone!)
They would pray for people from 9 am to 4 pm and there wasn’t a lunch break or even any place within several miles to even go and get food if they did want to stop. I brought sandwiches, salads, wraps and the like for a couple of months until one day I was asked if wanted to pray in the rooms. I politely declined because I had no experience and besides, I didn’t even know how to pray! That’s when they mentioned that a new training class was about to begin so I should sign up. It was an 8 week course and after completion, I could begin to intercede in the rooms and eventually work my way up to actually praying. That sounded like something I could do, especially with all the promised training. Yes, that was doable.
The problem was, I only got 3 weeks training before I was put in a room to intercede. That training consisted of watching three Cal Pierce videos of testimony after testimony of healing and while awesome, didn’t teach me how to do anything. Not only that, I never even got intercede once I got in the room! To make things even more scary, the person who was lead that day said I had a word and I needed to get up and pray for the patient, aka the person getting prayer. I almost cried! I most definitely did not have a word to give them. I was even a little angry because I hadn’t been trained enough or even got a chance to practice before! It really was one of those moments where you wished the floor would open up and swallow you so you didn’t have to get up in front of people and make a fool of yourself!
Yes, I did get up in front of them. And the leader was right, I did have a word. I have no clue what that word was because in my fear, I closed my eye and opened my mouth and apparently the Holy Spirit filled it. When I opened my eyes the patient was crying because whatever those words were, they were straight from God. I think I was more blown away than they were! I had never realized that God would choose to speak through me, especially untrained.
Did they get healed, you ask. Quite possibly, but I don’t remember (smile).
Eventually, after having to cross that line of fear every Saturday I began to hear God for myself. Oh it wasn’t perfect, nor is it yet. But, I began to stop asking what I was supposed to do all the time and instead began having conversations with God, learning about who I was and how He saw me. It was during this time that I started realizing that my desires were His desires and that if I had a passion for something, He was the one who planted it there long before I was even in the womb.
That’s the difference between sons and servants: Servants can only ask what the master wants done and do that. A son asks his father for keys and wisdom about the things he desires. God doesn’t want or need robots. God gave us intelligence and all the wisdom we need, if we will but ask, to do all the things we desire. He wants to co labor with us to do those things that make us come alive and in doing those things, His will is accomplished, it is His kingdom come.
So as it says in Hebrew’s 6: “Therefore, leaving the discussion of the elementary principles of Christ, let us go on to perfection, not laying again the foundation of repentance from dead works and of faith toward God, of the doctrine of baptisms, of laying on of hands, of resurrection of the dead, and of eternal judgment. And this we will do if God permits.” Let’s move into the meaty things of God and stop waiting around to be told what to do before any movement happens. Instead, let’s go and make it happen. Let’s purposefully, as Son’s of God make change occur all around us. Rise up, Son’s of God, rise up. All of creation is groaning just for you. (And, how cool is that?) Let’s stop asking God what we should do and instead start declaring what we will do to bring His Kingdom, here on earth, every day and in every circumstance.
*Sons – neither male nor female, neither Greek nor Jew, etc.……….you get the picture.