I am out of state ministering at the church of a friend of mine. He is one of the most authentic people I have ever met and he does third level synchronization at an amazing level.
We both knew a year ago that I had a date with his church but we waited patiently until God said it was time. A month ago I had a sense that it was time. I pinged him, he confirmed and we planned a fun weekend of my ministering to his leadership team over the weekend, and then today to his congregation.
We both felt a high level of excitement not just because we like each other, but because we were sure we had hit God’s time and it was therefore going to be an over-the-top Kingdom weekend.
I arrived on Thursday night and he shared that his mother had taken a bad fall and was in the hospital, unconscious, with trauma to her brain. I shared his ache then he assured me that our time was the right time and the weekend would go on.
It did, although it was marked by the addition of hospital visits and constant calls and text messages. I went with him to the hospital at times and he went more often, even late at night after dropping me off in my hotel room, since she was not progressing.
We reminded each other a couple of times that it was still the right time.
This morning I was scheduled to preach at his Mercy church. I knew last night that the message I had planned on was not going to happen, so I scrolled through the stuff in the files to see if there was something else that would fit better.
This morning there was no sermon and God told me that the pastor and his wife would spend the morning at the hospital, not at church.
I began church with a clear word from the Lord as to what I was to share but shortly after worship started, the hospital called so the pastor and his wife left. As he left, he told me that he had confidence in me, I was to lead and I had complete freedom.
That was a bit of a jolt since there were four other staff pastors there, but I accepted the responsibility and began to ponder where to go with the morning.
It seemed so insensitive to just carry on with church. I wondered whether there was healing in the room and we should scrub the message and just war together corporately for the life of his mother.
I wondered if it was simply a time to step into the Mercy heart of the church and to pour out prayers of compassion for the pastor and his extended family.
I lifted those two plans up to the King for direction and was quite bluntly corrected. He said, “I am his God and I can handle this. You are my Servant. Deliver the message I bought you here to deliver!”
So I did.
I shared with the congregation my rebuke from the Lord, then explained the concept of redeeming the family line.
Revelation was flowing like a river today, so I called out one family after another and showed them what God was redeeming in their family line and how the current challenges they were facing were His set-up to remove some generational issue or another from their kids’ Pandora Box.
It was a powerful day. Lives were changed. Perspective was received by many.
But at the end of the day, we all got a good lesson in Mercy season dynamics. It is not only about keeping up with the King and going where He is going with third level synchronization.
It is also about not doing what He has not called us to do.
And it is especially about not being God to someone when He wants to be God to them.
Copyright August 2011 by Arthur Burk
From a hotel room, far from home.