Time with Jesus - 3 Nov. 2013
God raised up men and women as prophets throughout the
Old Testament. They usually spoke to men on behalf of God. Some only “spoke” on
behalf of God. Others also spoke, but their words were written down. The books
of the “writings” of these prophets are recorded in the Old Testament from
Isaiah to Malachi. The final Old Testament prophet was John the Baptist. He was
the one who went before Jesus to “prepare the way of the Lord”.
Whether or not there are genuine prophets today, is hotly
debated by scholars. Looking back down the years, it would seem to me, many
have spoken to men on behalf of God. Such men as the Venerable Bede and more recently
William M. Branham and Dr A W Tozer might well be included. What we do know is,
according to Paul, every
Christian should earnestly desire to prophesy. 39
So, my brothers, earnestly
desire to prophesy, and do not forbid speaking
in tongues. 1 Cor. 14:39 ESV In this
regard, Phyllida and I firmly believe not only in the priesthood
of all believers but also in the prophet-hood
of all believers.
Jonah |
We are not saying we should all dress like John the
Baptist and eat locusts and wild honey. Nor do we say we are a man like
Jeremiah or a women like Huldah. But with the Holy Spirit of God living in us, all
Christians should be able to speak prophetically.
John the Baptist |
Thus, my poetry might be said
to be prophetic. Not because I’m a prophet. I hotly dispute that. However, 50
years after I’m dead and gone, others might think so. All Phyllida and I do, is
seek to bring the mind of the Lord to others (and ourselves) for their
edification, exhortation, and comfort in the way Paul describes. 3 But he that prophesieth speaketh unto men to edification, and exhortation, and comfort. 1 Cor. 14:3 KJV
In 1981, when I started attending Bryanston Baptist
Fellowship, I noticed many examples of this type of prophesying. For me it was
very exciting. In the services, ordinary men and women spoke in tongues. Someone
else then interpreted what had been spoken. Others brought a “prophetic word”.
It was much like the way Paul described a church meeting should be in 1
Corinthians 12 to 14.
It was all carried out in a very orderly and reverential
way. Furthermore, the interpretations and prophetic words were written down and
circulated after the service so the Lord’s instructions for the people at the
time were clearly understood and followed. The recorded words were also checked
against the content of the Bible, to make sure everything was Scriptural.
In
this way the fellowship was growing as we learned from each other under the
supervision of the elders and moved collectively in the direction the Lord was
leading. I noticed that Phyllida was often one of the people whom the Lord used
to bring interpretation and prophesy. In those early days, I thought that she
was a modern prophetess! I was right!
As the days passed, few people in the fellowship were
interested in my poetry. Only Phyllida would listen. I thought it was done more
out of a sense of sympathy for this man who was going through a divorce. She
wasn’t condescending and made some useful suggestions. I’d never come across her
name before so I spelled it “Filador”!
On Friday evenings some of us would meet in the home of
one of the members of the fellowship. Both of us attended. There, we would all
pray and seek to receive direction from the Lord. Most evenings everyone prayed
for the restoration of my marriage. It was wonderful. Afterwards we would go
home. Occasionally we would go to Phyllida’s home for coffee. It was all very
innocent.
After several months, my wife and I had a brief reconciliation.
I phoned everyone, including Phyllida, to let them know the good news. The reconciliation
lasted about 3 days before returning to the way it was. The next Saturday
morning, after the prayer meeting in BBF, we were having coffee in the lounge.
Phyllida came and asked me how things were at home. In those days we were told
never to make a negative confession.
I smiled at her and said, “Fine!” She
looked at me and said, “Tell me the truth!” “It’s worse than ever” I said. “Then
we must all continue praying!” she said. But there was now a big difference. I’d
had enough of what was happening at home. I couldn’t pray for restoration. I
felt too tired and too hurt. Then my wife told me she wanted a divorce. They
were terrible words. But they were also wonderful words!
The nightmare was just
about over. The following Monday she went to see a lawyer. I raised no
objections. The separation and divorce cost me just about everything I owned.
All I had when I left my family home, were my clothes, my Eskom car, a trailer and a second car I was buying for my wife. It wasn’t paid for, so I wouldn’t let her have it. Otherwise, the product of 15½ years of my working life was gone. I felt devastated. But life with Jesus was restored. Now it was a question of, “What next Lord?”
Shalom
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