As many of you know, we’re experiencing a unique (to us) move of the Holy Spirit at IHOP-KC right now. Whether or not this is the new SOP or merely a glimpse of things to come, we’re not sure. What we are sure of is that most of us haven’t seen or felt what we’re seeing or feeling.
People are coming clean and getting free. Most nights each week the FSM auditorium is packed beyond capacity, with crowds gathering in overflow rooms and around the world at computer screens. It’s as much a reflection of their hunger as it is the presence of God…but whatever came first, the chicken or the egg, we’re feasting on something we’ve only dreamed of.
In spite of what a few might think, understatement is valued at IHOP. We’re not quick to term something a revival. Weeks into this thing, the baptism count is probably nearing 200 if not beyond, Some have had very dramatic encounters and manifestations. We’ve seen worship singers drop to the floor as God touched them, hard core non-dancers bust a move, and more tears that we care to count. With all that, we’ve settled on referring to it as an awakening. Time and the effect on those around us will be the deciding factor on whether or not this is revival.
All that to say it’s good. And it’s God. And I have a big problem with it.
Understand, the problem is mine. It’s not the Holy Spirit. It’s not the leadership. It’s my own hang ups. My big problem with all that is happening is that I struggle to put down my leader role and ask ‘what meaneth this for me…’. I am full of thoughts of getting the word out, managing chaos, and how things worked, but painfully short on the one prayer that matters when He moves – God, what do you want to do in me?
I’ve held off writing much about all this because it’s difficult to write about a move of God that largely accentuates how shallow I am. Then again, this could be a great gift. As my shallowness is exposed, I find myself sickened by it. In between my weakness and my frustration with my weakness, God seems to sneak in, and once He sneaks in, all bets are off.
The other night, I was watching via webstream. I watched a lot of it via webstream because with seven children, you move slowly, and often not at all. As I watched, I saw my dear friends getting absolutely hammered by the presence of God. These are not flighty guys. These are rock solid, even stoical types. I sat watching, engaging as best I could…yet feeling pretty left out. With all the kids in bed, I determined to go over and join the meeting late.
I nosed the Montero out of The Compound gate about 9:15pm, and as I drove past the mailbox on the way to the move of the Holy Spirit, I had a thought. The thought was “I hope those shoes I bought on eBay arrive tomorrow….”. Just being honest. I’m that spiritual. I’m on my way to the most significant move of God that I’ve ever been near and my mind is consumed with a pair of second hand Doc Martens that I bought on eBay.
During the drive over, I texted a friend – one of those I watched manifesting like post menopausal conference junkies. I said “I am coming. I want you to pray for me.” I wasn’t quite sure what they had, but as much as God had for me, I wanted.
And I thought about my shoes. Doc Martins. Cheap. Got a sweet deal on them.
I found a parking spot at the FSM building and made my way into the building. It was wild. People were laying every which direction and my friends were going from person to person, prayer bombing them. As I ducked through the crowd, one of them saw me and motioned for me to wade into the mess. I waded in and they turned on me, praying with gusto.
They prayed for fire. They prayed for a visitation. They prayed for the new wine of the Holy Spirit. One of them nearly fell down but continued to pray for me. Let’s hear it for the Korean work ethic. They prayed that I would be set free. I just prayed “God come, whatever that looks like…”, so tired of making excuses for what God might really want to do.
You know what happened? Nothing. At least nothing visible. I didn’t shake, I didn’t shimmy, I didn’t fall. I didn’t even feel anything. It was as if they were reading the phone book to me, albeit with much enthusiasm. I felt a little bad for them. They were putting a lot into this and it would appear that I was getting zip.
After about twenty minutes, they all gently moved on to pray for others. I stood there, hands out, a little bewildered. For this, I drove across town?
As I was about to go, a young woman came up to me and grabbed my elbow. She said “This may be completely off…but I think I have a word for you. But it may not be God at all….”.
Obviously, with that sort of introduction, I set my expectations accordingly. Here we go with Generic Prophecy #23425. Then this tender young lady dropped the bomb.
“The Lord is saying that you are getting new shoes….”.
My head snapped up and my eyes opened wide. You kind of forget prayer protocol and the whole bow your head thing when people are reading your mail and telling you about the packages that are coming.
She continued “The Lord is saying that you are getting new shoes and you’re concerned if they fit…I am telling you that they represent authority, and they will fit fine. They are your shoes, and you’re supposed to step into them….and step into the authority He has for you.”
Well almighty then. With that, she was gone…and I was still there. Not shaking. Not falling. Not even crying. But indelibly marked.
By the way, the shoes arrived yesterday. I love them. They’re perfect. Not sure where they’ll take me, but they fit.
Thank you, Holy Spirit.
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