There are very few prophetic words that I hold near and dear to my heart. I generally test a prophetic word given to me from someone else in this way: if I remember it by the time I journal about the experience, it’s good. If not, then it’s not. I’m sure that there is a more Biblical way to approach prophesy, but that is the way that I handle it.
A few years ago, my mother dragged me to a production that her church was having. When I say dragged, I mean it nearly literally. A woman from South Africa was doing some sort of dance and she thought it would be a good idea for me to attend. If you know me, you know that this isn’t exactly my cup of tea…especially after that incident in England that involved a flag and my head. My head is not, I repeat NOT a baseball.
So, I went begrudgingly. The dance was very…expressive. It was designed to encourage us to be more expressive, and to attempt to hear God in pictures or something like that. I kind of rolled my eyes and sighed.
But then God gave me a vision. I was on a globe, and I was jumping from continent to continent with my passport in my hand. The woman encouraged anyone who had a vision to come to the front because she believed that God wanted to interpret the visions for us.
Again, I rolled my eyes, but I went to the front. I told her what I had seen and what she said, what God spoke through her has stuck with me as a touchstone ever since. She told me that God was going to move me around, that I was going to travel all over the world. But, I was not obviously a Christian, so God was going to use me as a covert operative. I would be able to get into places that noone else would be able to enter because it would never be suspected that I am a follower of Christ. She said that I would be like 007.
Like I said, this has stuck with me. Rarely will you find me without my passport. I believe this…I believe that God spoke this because it was seared so deeply into my spirit. I don’t think that He’ll randomly lead me to the airport and place me on a plane without at least a few days notice. But my passport reminds me of who God has said that I am, and it reminds me of the promises that He’s made to me.
A month or two ago, I sat down and spoke with Pastor John and Beth. It was my intention to talk about school, but we wound up talking about outreach, which is certainly something about which I am passionate. I was given the title of “ministry liaison.” What that means, nobody really knows. But through this position, I’ve seen that prophesy that was seared into my heart so long ago begin to come to pass. I deliver doughnuts to township officials and noone bats an eye. I take food to the police department and the deputy chief is *almost* brought to tears. Being an English major in remission, I looked up the word “liaison.” It was taken from dictionary.com for all of those who are just waiting for me to plagiarize so they can turn me into the feds. 🙂
1. the contact or connection maintained by communications between units of the armed forces or of any other organization in order to ensure concerted action, cooperation, etc.
2. a person who initiates and maintains such a contact or connection.
It’s funny. That is what I do. I didn’t know exactly what it meant, but there it is. In black and white.
I love what I do. I love what God has called me to do. I love what Pastor John and Beth have given me the freedom to do.
I am sensing that God has something else that He is asking me to do. Step up to the plate and see what happens.
But…I’m still scared. That seems to be the theme of my week.