Thanks for your post. That is quite the testimony of what God is doing in your life.
Thank you. It's been quite an experience. I'll capture it in print at some point.
I think what I am learning from my experiences is that we need to be prepared for whatever God may be doing. Like I said earlier, it seems to me that we don't own the gifts (manifestations) the Holy Spirit distributes them as He determines.
Yeah, my "where is my husband" rants are pretty funny in hindsight.
When a prayer minister saw me worshiping with arms spread to the song On Eagles Wings, he placed a hand on my forehead and declared, "Vision like an eagle."
Did you understand what he meant or ask him later?
As I rode past her God said, "Talk to that woman." I turned my bike around and went back. I asked God, "What should I say?" No answer.
Don't you love that?
That sounds like a divine appointment. How did you feel after the encounter?
I recall an incident a few years ago. It was a windy day and my hat blew off and landed in the middle of the street. It's my favorite and I headed towards the traffic to retrieve it. I didn't pay attention to the cars. I wanted my hat!
A man darted into the street out of nowhere and grabbed it. He came over and handed it to me and I thanked him. I saw him at a later date after a Christmas Eve service. It was bitterly cold. We were walking home from church and freezing.
He was huddled beneath a blanket and resting on a piece of cardboard. Before I knew it the following words flew from my mouth, "Honey, would you like some coffee?" My daughter looked at me in astonishment. That's not my vernacular! He nodded yes and shivered.
I went into Starbucks and grabbed him a venti. When I handed it to him he smiled and thanked me. I asked his name and he told me his and we said goodnight. That was the beginning of our connection. I ministered to him for 9 months. One day he was gone. He'd found a place to live and I didn't see him again but came across someone he knew.
When I went to the monastery for the monastic weekend I was asked by the vocation director if I was teaching. I told her no. She said I should. The next month I volunteered to lead an Alpha group. It's a casual gathering of people interested in learning about God without pressure. We share a meal and discuss different subjects.
During the group assignments the pastor decided I'd work with the homeless group. He paired me with another man. I looked at him in astonishment. I was new to the church. There's no way he could have known about my experiences because I hadn't shared it. When I told him this he smiled and said, "the Holy Spirit knew" and we laughed.
I spoiled my guys. It was an interesting mix and one person wasn't homeless. But they were a great group with amazing backgrounds. We had an MIT graduate (he was quite ill), veterans, a seeker who'd studied many traditions, and an admitted alcoholic and gambling addict who didn't want to be there.
I stayed behind after every session to pray with my co-leader and another gentlemen who led a bible study with many of the group members. This was a divine set up. By the time we finished the program, their situations had changed. The gentleman who was ill had reconnected with his family and moved in with his daughter. His health had turned around.
The former addict surrendered his life to Christ and came out of his addiction. His deliverance brought me to tears. And the seeker found the company of someone who understood and knew his struggle. He turned away from that path and back to Christ. Another member found a job and a place to live in another state. And the others were no longer on the streets.
We didn't tell them what to think or believe. We let the Spirit lead them and I was adamant about that. So they'd learn to trust Him and be able to stand. I knew the perils of dogma and didn't want them to fall away.
I gave them touch. Something the homeless are usually lacking. They were greeted with hugs and treats from Whole Foods and bakeries. We fed their spirits and nourished their person too. I was the lone woman in the group. But that didn't matter. I did the same thing for the man in my neighborhood. I'd bring him treats from the store and we had the best discussions.
God used me to minister to them for a season. And I'm glad He did. I was blessed by the experience.