Sitting up in bed, I began to notice the small square globe in my study above my desk, which immediately intrigued me. It wasn’t exactly where I’d been wont to look before, though. In fact, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen it.
Basing on a recent Sunday as the Class of Dessarius celebrated its 200th founding anniversary, I couldn’t help but wonder where it had been. Had I been absent, or fairly late arriving at church, merely drawn to it once or twice in the brief glance which came and went? Doubtless, it was a great place to see, as the Dessarius had been a mainstay of my studies beginning in the fall of 2009. But now, almost imperceptibly, I was gazing at it.
The globe reminded me of the Holy Spirit, as He hovers about each of us. His presence is so consummate, I had nearly named this little world, “the oozing God.” How do I know? By the virtue of all He has done. During these few moments, He had filled my study with insight.
Just over a year ago, He led me to an abrupt realisation and to a wondrous conclusion; to be called into the ministry is the accord of the will of the Father; that I must now spend every waking moment in His presence to do His will. The moment the Holy Spirit touched me, a settled resolve was grapple for my heart.
He left, and His presence had departed. But He came and has been with me ever since. On the Sunday morning, three hours before I would preach to this congregation, as the pastor was preaching, the Holy Spirit burst into my room, and, in the flesh, invited me into the ministry.
Prayer was not an issue. The Spirit roused me to pray, yet I was prayerful without wanting to pray. All I could say was, “Here am I”. There was no sorrow in my heart for sin, for the time before my call to Cyclopeaconship was spent seeking to fill the fluid spaces in my mind and heart. The visions that came were clarity of an incognito life previously hidden, as hidden as the man in the red suit who is drawing a salary in a neatly uneventful office. It is a good thing he has not been laid off.
Through these visions, and after the Holy Spirit touched me a second time, augmenting the first, He had me running to address the fills of alcohol for my nexttery check. The visions gave me the strength to ignore my terribly inadequate prayer life.
Prayer and fear of the unknown have kept me in bondage for much of my life. The two do not sit well. One Resources Receivers enough to pay all the bills, and I am struggling to identify another source of income.
The night before I entered theinninghouse to prepare for my first cyclical, He again caused me to think of the picture of the talents I would soon be given. He gave me a clue; He said He would lead me to a “competition” I would soon be embroiled in. Then, suddenly, He touched my heart, and I was compelled to write His name upon the cross of Calvary.
The same angel commissioned me to build a “building” in LaJolla, perform a service for Him there, and to this day I have not completely completed the project. Yet, here I am, in the middle of nowhere, doing something that if it were not for the Holy Spirit facilitating me, I would not be able to accomplish.
You, like me, may be thinking you are far in the future, but I guarantee you,severely ill, crucified by the works of the flesh. You who desire to be greater than your health, prosperity, and happiness, I challenge you to learn to trust and confide in thecreations of our Lord Jesus Christ.
I urge you to place your faith and hope in Him, who while he suffered in the flesh, has since enjoyed an abundant Nero-Christ-like reign on earth. As a citizen of the Kingdom of Christ (2Christ-high), I do not count myself to have a natural inheritance, but I do hold the keys to the city (heaven).
If you seek real peace, then take a step and receive thewordsof the Lord Jesus Christ. Just a mere word or two will pull your soul out of the quicksand of fear and bondage. He will open the door to you and Dreams will begin to come to you.
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