Gift of Prophecy
Here we go. This is when things get weird. Confession time.
I have a gift, a spiritual gift. It’s called the “gift of prophecy.”
See, I know what you’re thinking straight away. Here she is, some flaky new age know-it-all who’s going to tell me how special and great she is and everything. Well, if you know me you know that’s not who I am. I am not flaky or new age or a know-it-all. I’m pretty down to earth when it comes right down to it. Down to earth, hard working, friendly, fun loving Seattle gal. A devoted, loving mom with two very smart children in college. Work at a wine store in Ballard doing sales and tastings. In my old life, when Brad was alive, I worked day and night for years and years to help build a very profitable software company. In the early days I pitched in with accounting, sales and marketing while Brad and his team developed the software. I know how to manage money and helped make some solid investments for our company. We did very well for ourselves. And we raised two awesome, terrific, bright and totally responsible kids too. Chelsea and Jason are great future citizens (Jason’s in the Naval Academy in Annapolis and Chelsea wants to go into business). See? Not some hippy-trippy, la-la land type with her head spinning in the clouds. Solid and hard working.
But I’ve got this gift, you see…and it came from God…
It’s hard to talk about, to be honest. This gift of prophecy. It messes me up most of the time. Tons of Christians have it but don’t talk about it. I’m the same. I’m not one of those believers who runs up to strangers and tells them, “Hey, I’m a Christian and wouldn’t it be absolutely wonderful if you became a Christian too!” No, I ain’t one of those, no way. I keep my Christian beliefs to myself. People don’t know I’m a Christian unless they ask. No t-shirts or ball caps proclaiming how much I love Jesus (although I really do in my heart, absolutely no doubt about that).
I’m new at this stuff too. I got born again just after Brad died. “Bro-Joe” led me to Christ (Joe is Brad’s little brother who is pastor at my church). Joe took me under his wing after Brad left us. Joe got me through some rough times. Nothing like suddenly losing the love of your life. But for some reason only God knows, I got born again in the spirit. A month after Brad passed away. Feels so weird to say it. Born Again. Not who I was at all, trust me. The most “not born again kind of woman ever” until I met God face to face, discovered Jesus Christ, and then got this gift of prophecy handed to me.
Sorry, I’m rambling. What is this gift of prophecy anyway? There are lots of books and courses that explain it. To me, it’s Holy Spirit* using you to communicate His thoughts to other people. You are a go-between. For some reason, God doesn’t want to talk to the person directly, He uses you instead. It’s pretty freaky if you ask me. I mean, the first time it happened I thought I lost my marbles. I had this overwhelming urge to go up to someone I barely knew and tell them stuff. But at the same time you seriously doubt what you are going to tell them is true. It’s like being caught in some kind of never-never land. God pushes you to speak but you don’t believe it’s God. You think it’s your imagination or something else. It gets worse when the message does not make any sense. Then you really doubt yourself. I guess I feel blessed God using me to do His work on earth. This is the simplest way I know to explain it. Again, there are lots of books and courses you can take if you’re interested. To be honest, it is very cool and I love passing on messages from God. The best part is feeling a piece of God inside you as you talk and to see the look on the other person’s face when they realize it is God coming out of your mouth.
A holy psychic is one way to describe it. Weird, I know but it’s awesome too. God telling you the past, present and future about someone or some group, like a church. The important thing is God’s message is to build someone up, encourage or persuade someone, and comfort them. It’s from God and it’s all good. Not every believer accepts it though. You don’t hear much about the gift of prophesy. It scares a lot of people, to be honest. I discovered this gift Christmas Eve which was really trippy. Ever since then God’s pushed me to get out there and use the gift. Lots of crazy experiences, believe me.
Well, there you have it. A quick intro to the gift of prophecy. See? Portland is not the only weird city. Seattle is weird too because it has me in it.
*Holy Spirit is basically God on earth. In heaven He’s God but when He moves around on earth He’s called Holy Spirit. Different but the same.