Baptism by Fire Factor
I've discovered that to grow our faith, we need to take open steps of obedience. In other words - often we need to "submit."
Submission can be uncomfortable - even humiliating. Faith is risk taking. It is moving from the critical stance to engagement.
We had gone back to Kansas City for a spiritual retreat during a break in the trial process.
We had booked into a hotel, but our adult children were staying with this wonderful "prophet" type person who had come back from a revival in Florida - inspired, ignited and motivated.
Our children wanted us to meet her, so she invited us to a lovely breakfast in her home.
And then someone requested that she anoint us with fire - impart her gifting to us that she had received in Florida.
She said yes, she would anoint us
Every instinct in my body said "run." But then I remembered how Elijah, a man surrounded by angels, asked Naaman to wash himself in the Jordan River seven time before Elijah would consider healing him. Naaman did and he was healed.
It was God's way - submission, humiliation, and then healing.
Besides what did I have to lose? We needed help, healing and then even more help to survive the trial process.
It was only my pride that was at stake, but I didn't have anything to be proud of anyway.
"Baptism by fire" - I think those were the words.
After breakfast our prophetess got up and started closing all the drapes in the house. "I want to shut everything down, because I don't want the neighbors to call the fire department."
She dismissed her husband - banished him downstairs. He escaped willingly.
Our eyes were wide - at least mine were.
We sat in a circle in her living room - and she began to pray. She was a tiny thing - but a strong force. There were about eight of us in the room.
Then she started praying - then she commanded, - then she talked in tongues - as she called down fire from the heavens. "FIRE, FIRE, FIRE." It was thunderous.
I now understood the closed drapes.
Her expressive hands were not gentle . She was totally unaware of any hair, glasses or hairdos.
Almost in a trance, she moved from the first to the second to the third - making her way around the circle. After being prayed for, the person just sat there, deep within themselves. Their hair was on end - their eyes were closed - and they didn't move.
No one swooned - or did anything that we wouldn't have expected of them - except for my daughter and I.
We are highly emotional and when we are emotionally vulnerable, we either cry or laugh hysterically.
This time we both couldn't stop laughing... hysterically.
"It is the spirit of laughter," our prophetess said nonplussed.
After we had all been prayed for, we just sat there in the circle entranced, stunned by this dramatic, hair-tousling experience.
Then we started to share intimately the state of our souls. We read the words we had been given at the conference. If we did't understand them for ourselves, someone added a new layer of meaning. We were going deeper together.
As we left, we thanked our prophetess profusely for the memorable experience and intimate conversation.
Had anything changed?
It's true the earth might not have trembled, the sun didn't stop shining or anything like that, but something had changed.
We had bowed before the Lord our maker.
When the heart bows, the Spirit moves in - we had been ignited.
Since nothing really changed.... why was this so important to us? Read explanation next blog.
The most powerful weapon on earth is the human soul on fire. - Ferdinand Foch