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I do not know which side of the fence you sit on but no matter, I’ll give you a few examples. It may be lengthy so please bear with me.
I had grown accustomed to hearing the Lords voice, if one could ever grow accustomed to it………none the less. One Friday night around 21h00, while watching television, I heard the voice of the Lord say to me to get up and switch the outside light on. I reacted immediately and was met with silence when I enquired of Him as to why I should do so. I left it like that.
The next day, my youngest son, who was 3 at the time wanted to go play outside. I denied him the right as it was a cold winter’s day in Johannesburg, South Africa. It warmed up as the day progressed and so I let him play outside in the front yard that afternoon. He was outside maybe 15 – 20 minutes when he suddenly strolled into the lounge carrying a gym zip up bag. I didn’t recognize the bag and thought it may be one of my eldest son’s friend’s property. My youngest son had the habit of placing sand, stones and leaves in a bag, turfing it out on the carpet and driving his toys cars through it. Needless to say, this didn’t charm my wife. I decided to take the bag from him to check it for the same and what I found was a large pliers, flat and star screw drivers, brown leather gloves, a blue torch and a dark blue almost black balaclava inside. This puzzled me. I then remembered what the Lord told me the night before and suddenly realised that He is an active participant in my life, watching me day and night – Psalms 139.
Another time He told me to go to a pastor and instruct him to preach the word of God in His house. The pastor insisted on praise and worship and only praise and worship. To cut a long story short, I did so and left. On my way back to my car, I noticed people driving past in their cars, craning their necks around to look at me as I walked on the side walk. Each time a car came past the occupant would do the same. It was very strange. I am an average guy around 6ft weighing 85kg, so there’s not much to impress anyone……..well not to that extent in any case. I got into the car and left for home. A few days later a friend of mine asked me who I was walking with that day. I told him that I was alone and asked him what he was talking about. He referred to a very tall impressive person walking next to me while I was on route to my car. I then realised that the people were not looking at me but rather at this person beside me. Vanity is a terrible thing. I learnt a good lesson that day.
One night I was in a car, as a passenger, on route to a seminar when I suddenly saw a highway with a white clad guy standing on the other side beckoning me. I approached Him and He introduced himself to me as Jesus. He then said I should follow Him, he had something to show me. He took me to a room, opened the door and invited me inside. The contents were amazing. Things I didn’t know existed. He told me to feed. I did. It was exciting. It was God’s Word. Not long after I saw Him again. This time we were on the same side of the highway. He took me to another room, invited me in and told me to feed. The contents were different from the first room. It contained prayer, fasting and spiritual warfare in all it’s diversity. Totally awesome. I feed like a starved man.
As time went by I kept on seeing a green door with a brass or bronze knob handle. I try to reach it but could never get my hand around it. It drove me insane for months. The first two rooms were unbelievable. I couldn’t wait to get into this room. One day I saw the green door again but this time Jesus was standing next to it. I told Him how I had been struggling to get into the room. He told me that I couldn’t enter less I was invited. He then opened the door and invited me in. The contents of this room were once again different to the first two. However this time I found myself afraid of entering and didn’t want to be there. It was God’s Will. I pleaded with Him to release me to another room because I wasn’t ready for this. He refused. I remained in that room for 7 years before I brought my rebellion under control. I am still in the room. I now do not fear the contents and am busy feeding. An amazing thing is just how much falls under God’s Will. I suspect this could be the last room for me.
I know you want proof. I can’t give you any. He has changed my life. This is why I proclaim Jesus as King. This is why I know that I know that I KNOW that God is alive and well. This is why I know that He yearns for His children to come nearer unto Him. This is why I know that He is a God of mercy and of forgiveness and with Him in your corner, victory is inevitable.
I wasn’t brought up in a religious home. I was taught at school that you take your requests to Him in prayer and that was it. Nobody ever told me that He speaks back to you and that He enables you to hear Him. My adventure began when I heard Him for the first time. It’s a little difficult to describe what it feels like. You probably won’t believe me any way.