Genesis 1:3, 6, 9, 11, 14, 20, 21, 24, 26, & 28 – And God said . . .
It was during what people call the “flu season” of 1979 that the following series of events happened. My mother who lived to just eight days short of her 97th birthday spoke of it often as a reminder to herself and others that Father cares for us, and we should listen more closely when He speaks to warn us. We were coming to a closing of our Wednesday night service. I was there as usual, playing my guitar for the music ministry, and feeding on the Word of God that was being delivered. During the closing altar service, the Lord gave a word to a dear brother named Marlie Hawks. He was a minister, a kind and gentle man, and he knew how to hear from the Lord. In the word of wisdom that came through him, he warned the congregation that Satan was about to use the flu as a weapon against our congregation. Then the Lord said that those who would come to Him personally for their defense against this attack, they would not have to battle it at all.
Knowing Brother Hawks to be a fervent man of God who flowed very accurately with Holy Spirit, I, along with man other responded immediately and went to the altar to receive what Father promised, and thereby attain to a place of safety. But there were many folks who did not so respond. My words here are in no way a judgment on any of them, one of them being my mother. Before two days had past, every person who was in the service who did not take time in prayer in the altar that evening was bedfast with heavy flu symptoms. That included my mother, the pastor, his wife, and their children, and other key leadership members of the church. I will never forget that evening and the following two weeks, and neither did my mother.
What happened that Wednesday evening in 1979 was a “You talking to me?” moment for an entire congregation. I don’t know what may have happened in other churches, but I do know what happened in our home church. God spoke through a man of God, gave a word of wisdom that was clear accurate. When that word came forth, every person present had a “You talking to me?” moment. How they responded to that “You talking to me?” moment determined their well-being and general style of life, not to mention unwanted expenditures for the next two weeks of their lives. An entire congregation made individual choices that evening. I am glad I chose to pray, as were many others. But many chose not to pray, and I’m sure they regretted their decision. When those moments come to you, my friend, choose well. Much more than the next two weeks may depend on your choice when God is talking to you.
Manna for Today – Genesis 1; Psalm 119:89; Proverbs 4:20-23; Mark 11:22-26; Romans 3:4