APRIL 8, 2015-from Nona Freeman's book 'In the Bag':-
FLOW
We camped in makeshift quarters in 1952 while we built our home in
South Africa. During an invasion of non-poisonous spiders (the size of a
small fist), we became so weary of getting up at night to identify
"something that crawled across my arm" or "on my face" that we bought
the older children a small flashlight so they could conduct some of the
frequently needed 'spider' investigations.
When the brilliant light
in my face nudged me out of sound sleep, I thought a spider-hunter
needed help. I opened my eyes to see a Being clothed in exquisite light
standing by my bed. I trembled, immobilized by fear. 'Do not be afraid",
a soft yet vibrant voice answered my distress, "I am a messenger sent
by God to give you the secret of revival."
Disturbed by our
ineffectual outreach to the lost, my husband and I shared a time of
prayer and fasting that ended early in November. He left the next day
for the Eastern Transvaal to visit a new church; I took charge of the
service in the current tent meeting in an area called Claremont. The
heavenly visitor came the following morning at 3:00 AM and said, "I am
here in response to your cry for a Pentecostal outpouring."
He
unrolled a large parchment scroll before me containing the words of
Jesus in John 7:38; "He that believeth on Me, as the scripture hath
said, out of his belly shall flow rivers of living water," The
tremendous scripture before me did not prevent the intrusion of the
carnal thought, "How many times we have used that text!" (we found it a
significant introduction of the Gospel to first-time hearers.)
An
unspoken chill of rebuke swept away my smug satisfaction, and my heart
whispered, "Forgive my ignorance." The angel commanded sternly, "look at
the scroll!" As I looked carefully, I saw one word become
prominent....the word FLOW enlarged and appeared to be set with
scintillating diamonds sparkling beautifully. "Last night, at the
service at the tent, you sang of mercy drops and showers of blessings."
His voice gentled, "You preached about drawing water out of the wells
of salvation with joy. You know, but you do not comprehend the limitless
scope of the gift of God. Jesus wants to deluge you and the thirsty
world with 'rivers' of His Holy Ghost Power. The will of God is not
mercy drops or showers or even buckets full of blessings. It is
torrential rivers of His Spirit constantly flowing through you.
You
have depended on conducive arrangements, the 'right' atmosphere, your
eloquence, your experiences and human understanding to mellow hearts and
make them receptive to the gospel. You have worked long and hard to set
the stage, bringing the service to the point that you consider 'ready'
for the preaching of the Word - all in your own strength - and the
results are extremely disappointing.
If you could only understand,
it is not what you can do, but what He will do if you allow His Spirit
to FLOW. Jesus is looking for empty vessels, empty canals, empty pipes,
if you please, that He can pour Himself through without obstruction.
That is HIS plan. The Spirit of God is not visible, but I will let you
see it as a rainbow-colored light so you can comprehend its operation."
Suddenly, a church service appeared before me. The preacher spoke with
great emphasis; one hand uplifted while the other one held the open
Bible. I heard encouraging Amens! and Hallelujahs! from the
congregation. The question came, "Do you feel the dead formality?" And I
saw God's hand sweep the whole scene away. "It looked and sounded
real", I thought, yet I felt something lacking.
Another service took
its place. The preacher gave the same message with identical posture
and gestures, but what a difference! A Victoria waterfall of dazzling
light with the consistency of water, in the colors of the rainbow poured
into him and flowed from his mouth and fingertips with each word and
each motion. I saw the glorious phenomenon spread all over the church.
People either sat quietly or worshipped in graceful sincerity, while
the uniquely lovely 'flow' swept through them to fill the church with
the Glory of God. I noticed the welcome absence of a 'cheering squad'
spirit. An arrogant man came in and sat by a smiling older couple.
Without his awareness , the Spirit poured through the gracious saints
and swirled around him, dissolving both his sneer and composure.
Soon, he pretended to cough for an excuse to reach for his handkerchief
and surreptitiously wipe tears from his cheek. Forgetting his aversion
to prayer, he leapt to his feet with a terrible cry, "I'm lost! My God
have mercy on me!" He fell sobbing to the floor and stretched
full-length in the aisle. The grey-haired pair knelt beside him and
rejoiced as God took control of a newly surrendered heart.
The angel
enabled me to see both inside the church and the surrounding area at
the same time. I watched the amazing beauty of worship...no twisted
faces, or wild body contortions. The ineffably lovely Spirit streamed
through the worshippers and billowed over the whole neighborhood. I
mused, "As this Holy influence spreads, hearts will be softened and
lives changed without the blessed even knowing how it even came about."
I have long known that an evil presence can fill a house or town
through a possessed person or people. Now I wondered why I had not
realized that God's Spirit will work the same way through yielded lives.
A woman wearing shabby house shoes and an apron tied over a shapeless
dress, coming from the corner store, ambled down the sidewalk across the
street from the church. She had a loaf of bread in one hand and a
cigarette in the other.
The congregation sang a mellow, old song and
the sweet sound flowed out in rainbow-hued clouds surrounding the
woman. She stopped, and stood staring for a few moments, dropped both
the bread and the cigarette and buried her face in her apron weeping,
"I'm sinner...I need God!" Without consultation or an audible order, two
women came from opposite sides of the church directed to a soul in
need.
They embraced her as they prayed for her. Minutes later, they
led her into the church while she glorified God, speaking in other
tongues. As I witnessed how the Spirit changed lives, my soul cried a
silent question, "What prevents the 'flow' of the Spirit in me?" The
answer came gently. "A guise of spirituality and a mere profession of
salvation are empty vanities without the 'flow' of the Spirit."
"I will name in everyday language the most common hindrances for you:-
UNBELIEF - FEAR
DISOBEDIENCE - REBELLION
JEALOUSY - BITTERNESS
HATRED - MALICE
STUBBORNNESS
LUST - COVETEOUSNESS
GREED - SELFISHNESS
ANXIETY - WORRY
JUDGING - CRITICISM
GRUMBLING - COMPLAINING
PRIDE – AMBITION –
THE DESIRE TO HAVE A NAME OF
SPIRITUALITY
TEMPER - IMPATIENCE
These are the evils that block the moving of the Spirit through you.
When the flow stops, you usually fall back on your own resources and
'make-do' instead of cleaning out the obstructions. Child, you must
learn to repent often. Confess and overcome your besetting faults. Ask
forgiveness frequently of others. Only the cleansing blood of Jesus can
remove the barriers of your soul.
Whatever it takes, keep the Spirit
flowing. Don't let obstacles pile up. A tiny seed of resentment can
become a mighty force of evil if allowed to remain and grow. Understand
that the Holy Spirit's healing flood will sweep away your insecurity,
feeling of inadequacy, helplessness, fear of people, anxiety over
change, uncertainty and any other unwholesome thought that springs up to
make you unfruitful.
When the Spirit whispers the word 'flow',
that's a signal that you must share what I have shown you. Wherever you
go, encourage God's people to get the 'flow'. The value of receiving the
Holy Ghost can be lost unless it is allowed to 'flow'. Get the FLOW!
Get the FLOW!"
With the last vibrant "Get the FLOW!" my guest left.
The light faded, though a translucent glow lingered for some time. I lay
motionless until dawn, humbly thanking God for His incomparable mercy.
My heart cry that night long ago is still with me. "I want the Flow!"
