Category: Current Events

  • Searching for Identity in God’s Power

    Searching for Identity in God’s Power

    Are you hungry to see God’s power displayed—through you?

     

    Why?

     

    A few decades ago, I was speaking at a few, small meetings in the Faroe Islands and I was told that a man there had an unusual collection of old films and that some of them were recorded at meetings of “Latter Rain evangelists”.  I knew about these evangelists because they made a great impact in America shortly after World War two.  The movement became widely recognised about the year I was born, 1948.

    My parents were impacted by these evangelists and their healing, miracle-working power.  (They were called Later Rain evangelists because they thought that the founding of the nation-state of Israel that same year was a sign that Jesus would return soon. They believed that the power they were experiencing was the power of God as predicted in Joel’s prophecy, that God would send the “early and the latter rain”.)  I was eager to meet the man with the films and had the privilege of watching an astonishing film of A. A. Allen.

    He was preaching in a tent meeting where the emotions were high; people were shouting and crying and falling and leaping up and down.  (This revival movement was marked by ecstatic emotions and impacted society in rural and small-town America.)  The visual recording was particularly clear for that era and, at one point, focussed on a blind woman who was led to the stage.  As A. A. Alan prayed for her, her milky pupils became completely clear over a period of about five seconds.  The tent meeting went even wilder!  There was no way that was a fake or staged event.

    Some months later I was visiting my parents in Colorado and told my dad about the film.  I was surprised to learn that Allen had visited the small town where my dad grew up and conducted a “healing crusade”.  Even at that early stage, before my parents were married, Dad had a nice car, so the pastor of his church asked if he would be Allen’s driver for the days he was in town.

    Dad was honoured and looked forward to meeting the celebrity evangelist.  But, before long, the eager anticipation gave way to disgust.  Dad wouldn’t say much— but he did say that the man’s morals were “lower than a snake’s belly”.

    During the same season of that visit to the Faroes, I had the privilege of working with a team of leaders who were strong in evangelism, worship, creative arts, and gifts of the Holy Spirit.  We had a series of meetings that were marked by people giving their lives to Jesus, by prophecies and words of knowledge, and by deliverance. It was a very exciting time and it provoked me to “earnestly seek the greater gifts” of the Holy Spirit, as Paul exhorts the Corinthian believers to do.  I began to “move in the word of knowledge” more and more.  But it required a lot of effort for me to “tune into the spirit”.

    One evening I drove about two hours to take a meeting north of London and, as I drove, I prayed and determined that I would prophecy with “words of knowledge” after I had preached.  I closed in prayer and then welcomed people to come forward for prayer and I gave each of them a “word from the Lord”.  People were very happy and thanked me profusely for “being obedient to the Lord”.  I left the meeting with an irritating uneasiness that I could not ignore.  So, as I drove, I thought and prayed for understanding.

    I remembered some of the content of a book, The Latent Power of the Soul, by Watchman Nee, that I had read some years before.  As I understood it, he was saying that we can confuse the spirit with the soul and the soul with the spirit.  One result is that we can think we are being used by the Holy Spirit when we are not working in the spirit at all.  In my case, I could be working so hard to “get words of knowledge”, or “prophecies” for people that it could be a soulish exercise of tuning in to their hopes and dreams.  Then I could tell them exactly what they hoped to hear.

    I know the idea expressed in the paragraph above will sound strange or even heretical to some people, but that idea about the power of a soul-to-soul connection explained a lot to me.  It could also explain the occasional power and accuracy of some mind-reading, fortune-telling, and other apparently super-natural experiences.

    I want to be completely clear:  I am not saying that the Latter Rain evangelists were moving in the power of the soul.  I believe that movement was initiated by the Holy Spirit.  I also believe that the reputations of some of those evangelists would provoke faith in the hearts of people with spiritual hunger and God would honour that faith.  “As your faith is, so be it unto you!” is a general spiritual law.  Sometimes, that phenomenon continued to produce genuine fruit, even when the evangelist was actively sinning.

    What concerned me on that night as I drove home is that I was seeking a reputation for “moving in the power of the Holy spirit”.   I admired my friends who were exercising that sort of power; I could even say that I envied them!  That thought led to a more troubling revelation.  I was wanting God to put his visible stamp of approval on me!

    If I am not comfortable with who God made me to be; if I am not secure in my identity as God created me and adopted me, then I can stray into seeking God for signs and wonders that will demonstrate that I am an important and powerful man of God.

    I concluded that insecurity can be a powerful motivator for seeking the gifts of the Spirit.  Without correction, that motivation can lead to apparent power, but of the wrong sort.  It can also lead to demonstrations of power without godly character and that can be disastrous.

    In more recent times I have had conversations with a respected prophetic person who stated this phenomenon very well: “If I concentrate with all the power of my soul on another person, I can begin to “read” what they desire.  Then I can prophecy what they are hoping to hear.”

    That can build a reputation but won’t build the Kingdom of God.

    I have concluded that I should continue to do as Paul exhorted in 1 Corinthians 12. I should “earnestly seek the greater gifts” of the Holy Spirit but I must guard against that becoming a selfish desire.  It is not about my reputation or my security and identity.  I must be simply willing and eager for the Holy Spirit to work in and through me in any way He likes.  But I will not work at that goal; I will work to develop Christ-like character.  I will aim to concentrate on dying to myself daily.

    If I stay focussed on that goal, then God can use me in any way He chooses, and it will not lead to the dangerous arrogance that has snared so many in the history of the Christian faith.

    If you are hungering for more of God’s power, then it’s a good idea to ask yourself, “Why?”

  • Another great story from the Middle East

    Another great story from the Middle East

    This is the story of Ahmed, a 21-year-old Muslim…

    A few years ago, he had a dream of a man in white with fire in his eyes that came up to him and gave him a hug. The dream was so vivid and real that when he woke up, he went in search of this man in his city. After several weeks he couldn’t find him, so he went to his Imam at his local mosque and told him the dream and asked about it. The Imam told him, this was probably just a nice man…

    A few weeks later he ran into some YWAM missionaries who invited him to a worship evening. When he went into the worship-time he felt electricity flow through his entire body, and he knew this was a special place. At that worship evening, the missionaries began to talk about how God was showing up to people all over the Middle East in dreams and visions and it was at this moment that he realized it was Jesus who had come to him in his dream!

    As a result of this evening, he began reading and studying the Bible with this team. His parents found his Bible at home and his family asked him if he had become a believer in Jesus – he said, yes. They were so angry that they burned his clothes and his scooter and kicked him out of the house. He ended up living in the local park for a few weeks and then in the mountains for a few weeks but throughout that time he was filled with incredible peace and joy. He eventually went back to the group of young YWAMers and began doing life with them.

    He is now here with us in the Middle East, doing his YWAM DTS! He is the only known believer from his tribe   They live in in 42 different towns/villages. He is doing his DTS because he wants to go back to his own people and family and be able to lead them to the Lord.

    Please pray for Ahmed and all the DTS students as they spend six months with us learning to know God and make Him known!

     

  • Queen Elizabeth the Great.

    Queen Elizabeth the Great.

    As we mourn the loss of our Queen, some are already referring to her as Queen Elizabeth the Great.  Amen to that!

    A have no doubt that she has joyfully entered into “life in the age to come” as Tom Wright translates it in the many New Testament passages that refer to eternity.

    I have had many jumbled thoughts as I  have attempted to think about the implications of her absence and the reign of King Charles III.   Perhaps you have also experienced some deep emotions—I have.  I didn’t expect to be so deeply moved.

    Early this morning, I read the following column by Allison Pearson and concluded that she conveys many of the thoughts and feeling much better than I could, so here it is (from the Daily Telegraph).

    Lynn

     

     

    “I don’t have to believe it if I don’t want to.” That was how the novelist John O’Hara reacted when he heard that his friend, George Gershwin, had died.

    Many of her subjects will have felt something similar at 6.32pm on Sept 8 2022, when we heard the seismic news that our Queen had left us.

    It is unbearably sad. A loss almost too great to process. But, as the Queen said in a message of condolence to the families of British victims lost in the 9/11 terrorist attack: “Grief is the price we pay for love.”

    How are we supposed to manage without her? Who are we without her? She has always been there – a still point in a tumultuous world; the clock face over which the hands of time revolved for as long as anyone could remember. Her Majesty’s first prime minister was born in 1874, her last almost exactly a century later in 1975.

    Her long life, the home movie of our history; her face, the screensaver of the United Kingdom; a diadem in the national firmament; the stamp on every letter; the silhouette of the national self. Our Queen. Of course, we knew that she was very old and we knew how the story had to end. “Mobility issues” was palace-speak for the fact that our longest-reigning monarch, who put one sturdy foot in front of the other like the fell pony she rode every day until remarkably recently, was waning.

    But there she was on Tuesday at Balmoral – frail, yes, but welcoming her 15th prime minister with the most wonderful smile, immaculate in a grey tartan skirt and pearls. Everything must have been shutting down by then, but duty, her irreducible core, would be the last thing to go. “It is a job for life.” That’s what Princess Elizabeth said when she lost her beloved father in 1952.

    And it was. She was our Queen until the moment of her death and, God knows, we could not have wished for a better one.

    Did we come to believe she was immortal? I think we probably did in some weird way, because losing something that permanent is impossible for the mind to comprehend, like the moon going out or the stars packing up.

    There was a sense, never articulated, that, as long as the Queen was there, things would somehow be alright. I’m so glad Her Majesty made it to her Platinum Jubilee earlier this year and the British people got the chance to show her, for one last time, how much she was adored. That great, beaming throng which surged down The Mall towards the palace, surfing a wave of joy, and the millions of us watching at home, were united in wanting to thank the Queen, to celebrate everything she means – everything she meant to us. Oh Lord, that past tense is going to take some getting used to.

    What sweeter memory could there be than the snowy, venerable and deliciously playful monarch taking tea with Paddington Bear, producing a triumphant marmalade sandwich from her handbag? It was a shock to realise what a good actress she was, but it shouldn’t have been.

    She had been playing a hugely difficult part since 1953.

    “The Crown is an idea,” she once said, “not a person.”

    Quite right, ma’am, but history has thrown up many unworthy custodians of that idea. Elizabeth II, in an act of self-abnegation almost unimaginable to the modern mind, embodied it to perfection.

    Who summed up her remarkable reign best? Philip Larkin came close when he was asked to produce a poem for the Silver Jubilee:

    “In times when nothing stood

    “But worsened or grew strange

    “There was one constant good

    “She did not change.”

    People will feel so strange now, discombobulated, tearful – I am crying as I write; can’t help it – and maybe a bit scared. A great oak has fallen and the baffled eye struggles to adjust to the new landscape.

    Even hearing an ashen Huw Edwards say the word “king” was a shock. Not yet, please, not yet.

    At such a devastating time, the country could always rely on our Queen for comforting words and reassurance. What would she have said to help us bear her loss?

    I think the address she gave to the nation in 2002, after her mother died, holds a clue as to how she would wish us to react: “I hope that sadness will blend with a wider sense of thanksgiving, not just for her life, but for the times in which she lived – a century for this country and the Commonwealth not without its trials and sorrows, but also one of extraordinary progress, full of examples of courage and service as well as fun and laughter.

    “I thank you from my heart for the love you gave her during her life and the honour you now give her in death. May God bless you all.”

    Our Sovereign Lady, Queen Elizabeth II, Defender of the Faith, is with her God now, his humble servant in whom He should be well pleased.

    Filled with sorrow and with gratitude, we will never forget her. How very lucky we were in our Queen. One constant good.

    Ad maiorem Dei gloriam.

  • Raising a Family in Missions

    Raising a Family in Missions

    Live Stream recorded from 12/08/2022 at YWAM HarpendenStudios.


    ** This is a personal podcast and reflects my thoughts and convictions. It does not represent any official position held by Youth With A Mission.**