By the heading you might think I am getting my chapters mixed up and this here chapter belongs to the past.
Not so. The venue was an evangelistic revival tent put up on the Bluff. My crime? I prayed with one of the youths who was struggling with drug addiction.
It was me who invited them to the tent meeting, praying for God to move through His revival Spirit which I believed dwelled in these meetings. This young man and his girlfriend, together with Kim and her friend were the reason for the start of a youth group at my house that was to burn strongly until the children passed through their school walk and in to the world.
On my way to the big tent I was excited like a child going to the circus. The thought of meeting with Spirit filled Christians with Jesus as our focus point always has this effect. I am so keen for God to write on my blank pages. I wondered if I was lit up, as the glow of the Spirits expectation surely must show. I waited for the arrival of my youth couple and then the beginning of the sermon. When I was told that the youth could not come in as the evil one was preventing him; I went outside, told him to kneel. I prayed for God to enter him and set him free. That is when a crowd from the tent preachers and organizers surrounded me and asked what I thought I was doing.
I was dumbstruck
“I am praying for this young man.” I said.
“We know who you are.” One of the organizers or pastors told me. “You work for the devil”.
Dear God, this can’t be happening.
(I still cry talking about this.)
“We pay for this tent and only we are allowed to pray for people here.
Get off this property now.”
I am not telling a word of a lie. They came close to me as if to pick me up by force. The two kids ran away never to be seen for a long time after that. They wanted nothing to do with Christianity. I walked or ran to my car in shock. In total shock. They stayed so close to me as if I had an army with me and could blow fire and destroy the tent at any minute. I shook as I drove off. They almost pushed my car away.
Please remember that at this point I was a fairly new Christian. God was growing me up in fast forward. Satan new that God had big plans and that I was a willing vessel. I was 100% dedicated. Jesus was my bread and my butter and my day and my night. In Him I moved and had my being. One lady at my Bible study once said that she was so happy because Satan knew her name. I thought this a very silly thing to say and did not understand. She said, it meant that God had great plans for her life.
I arrived at home so shaken , I could hardly put my finger in the direction of my Bible Study leaders number on the dial. Bev and Ampie had a big job calming me down. Ampie asked me if I would be prepared to forgive these people as we might one day work together with the youth. Forgiveness was not on the list yet, I was trying to digest what had just happened. Surely this could not happen?
Jesus was and is and always will be faithful to me in my reading. My Lord had the answer right there where I was walking with Him in His word at that time in my life.
Mark 3:22 “But the teachers of religious law who had arrived from Jerusalem said, “He’s possessed by Satan, the prince of demons. That’s where He gets the power to cast out demons.”
Jesus was accused of being possessed by Satan and getting His power from Satan then why could the same thing not happen to me? He understood exactly how I was feeling and His comfort enfolded me.
“Instead, God chose things the world considers foolish in order to shame those who think they are wise. And He chose things that are powerless to shame those who are powerful. God chose things despised by the world, things counted as nothing at all, and used them to bring to nothing what the world considers important.” (1 Corinthians 1: 27,29)