I am weary of bandwagon prophecy. Let’s just put that out there.
By bandwagon prophecy, I mean people latching on to what they heard other cool people saying, and declaring that to be their own personal revelation. It sometimes feels (slightly skeptical vibe, sorry …) like many peeps be repeating prophetic hear-say, and not necessarily what they honestly sense the Spirit “say to the churches” … #justsaying.
I’m not talking about confirmations. I’m talking about piggy-backing.
That being said, I’m also cautious to not “despise prophecy”, because Scripture tells us to not do that. It also, however, teaches us to test the spirits.
And that is basically what I normally default to whenever I set my ears to “picking up” what the general prophetic sense is at any given time.
Test the spirits. But in order to test the spirits accurately, you need to have your mind renewed. Otherwise, you just gonna be a mouthpiece for accusations, projecting your own issues and revealing the state of your heart. True story. This “discerning spirits” stuff can mess you up big time if you do not have the helmet of salvation in place.
Will get back to that.
Basics first: If the “prophetic sense” is mainly about ultimately glorifying Jesus as Messiah, I’m generally open to it.
Yes, we are blessed in the process of Him being glorified in and through us. But blessed is defined by the One who blesses in Matthew 5. Go read that for perspective on being blessed.
So, before we even start to talk about receiving the promises of 2017 (or 5777, if you like), let’s just say that ultimately, the fulfillment of all prophecy is already in the Promised One. Selah.
Back to what we want to hear.
I am first in line to want good news. I want to hear that things are looking up, all my longsuffering longings will be fulfilled, all my dreams will come true, and all my tears were not in vain … believe you me, I honestly do want to believe that.
2017: Victory. Answered prayers. Fulfilled hopes. You are coming into your fullness vibes. Some nice things about money. Breakthrough. Etc.
Those are some of the themes I have picked up from most of the “influential” prophetically vibed things that have been released globally via platforms like Elijah’s List. Arise and shine … Isaiah 61. Despite the increasing darkness in the world (ie horrendous politics, dismal economics etc … pretty obvious to all), God’s light shines on His people, and His glory will be revealed (not always so obvious to all, unfortunately). His glory is not revealed to make you look shiny, by the way … His glory revealed … also meaning that there is grace for arch-enemies to forgive one another, for reconciliation between races to happen, and for widows, orphans and refugees to be cared for by His people etc.
2017: Hope prevails and delivers, despite …
It’s the sense I got too, in all honesty. In my bleh’ish mental space.
Let’s be real. To my flesh-ears, the temptation was to make it sound like I am thus finally getting what I’ve been nagging God for for years …
Do you get why I, in that sense, struggled to receive the general 2017 prophetic words of victory and breakthrough?
When I made it about me “finally getting what I’ve alway wanted”, immediately my past disappointments from “standing in faith for years” loomed large …
Because if these personal expectations (longsuffering answered prayers, fulfilled hopes etc) aren’t fulfilled in the natural (as in physically and tangibly, in reality, according to how I think they should be …) this year especially, it seems like it can only mean one of two things:
1) God’s answer to those long-suffering prayers (an answer He took His time at giving) is no (which is, in fact, a legitimate answer to prayer if Jesus is your Lord), or
2) the global prophetic sense was inaccurately interpreted by flawed humans who want to say nice things to make weary people feel a bit better after a difficult 2016 …
Either way, it seems like a pretty definitive year of “the proof of the pudding is in the eating”. If I may be so bold.
OK, with the slight cynicism out the way … (before it sounds like I’m testing God or sneering at the prophetic. Which would just be stupid, counter-productive and essentially, self-destructive).
Let’s just say that I have learned that sometimes being ready to receive a prophetic promise (which seems to be the prophetic promise of 2017), includes going through confusing seasons where the opposite of what you were expecting seems to be the reality. Think Joseph, bra. Point made.
So, let’s keep it real.
I had to wrestle with a few stubborn mental blocks to get into the right headspace to even just be hopeful for the year ahead.
First mental block is to actually think that God’s sensed personal promises to you, are just about you. Read Esther to get that out of the way.
Secondly, to wait for a long time for something that one feels is actually just supposed to happen as part of normal human existence, tends to make one weary.
Truth be told, I surrendered many of my heart desires. Or actually, I just let go.
I probably just took a few too many shots to the heart. Or stabs to the back. Bleeding without knowing. Blah, blah, blah … woe is me … etc. :).
Seriously, though. I reached a point where childlike optimism for “the best is yet to come” (normally my default setting) seeped away, and a lukewarm resolve to just do what needs to be done to survive alone (the ultimate betrayal to my soul’s hope) settled in.
And that basically sums up the (hidden) headspace I was in when these words of victory and breakthrough etc. started to be released.
Truthfully, my inner reaction was: Seriously? You really want me to rally up some form of sense of “faith” … again … to be able to be “positioned to receive” … again?!
Because that seemed like the pre-requisite. Without faith, you won’t “access” any of this … disqualified by your evil unbelief, you backsliding heathen.
OK. No one said that last bit. But the dramatic effect highlights the crapness of the mindset I was stuck in.
I simply didn’t feel like I had a mustard seed.
You know what?
I really actually don’t know how to explain it.
My real relationship with God simply does not resonate with what so many people say you need to do to receive from Him. Sometimes people make “stand in faith” sound like you need to muster up all your courage to stand as tall as you possibly can to impress God with your level of zeal and determination to believe Him for His goodness to be shown towards you. Pick me, Lord. I’ve proven myself. I’m still standing, after all this time. You gotta bless me now. Newsflash: That’s karma, not grace.
And it is just so far from my reality. The anointing breaks the yoke. Not the determination. Rest, weary one.
So many times the relational reality I have with God is to simply bring my harsh honestly and dramatic brokenness for Him to do with what only He can.
And you know what I found in that process?
He does not despise a broken heart. He does not despise a crushed soul. He does not despise a weary spirit.
He is not intimidated by tantrums, or deterred by false accusations slung at Him from a human heart in anguish.
I think He knows that we don’t know what’s really going on. We cannot see what He sees, so we accuse Him from our lack of perspective.
I have learned to voice those nagging accusations in honest prayer. “Lord, You forgot.” It makes them sound stupid. “Your name is engraved in the palms of My hands …”.
It’s not bipolarity. It’s just loneliness.
None of the hurtful things I have slung at Abba over the past few weeks of being frustrated with myself, have seemed to put Him off loving me. The fact that I trust Him enough to voice my doubts, is also received by Him as faith, it seems.
I find that I still receive from God, despite my lack of sanctimonious behaviour, because of His faithfulness to His covenant.
He is love. He is good. He is faithful.
And I am simply a beneficiary of His goodwill towards man, in Christ.
That is it.
You are welcome to argue that with theology. I’ll just keep breaking my alabaster pots at His feet. You’ll still benefit from the fragrance of broken worship, even in your inability to even recognise the existence of the ministry. Sorry, still a bit feisty … Selah.
Somewhere in a really truthful prayer time two weeks ago week, I realised that I had allowed a lie to bind my mind to despair, and that this was a root of the hopelessness (all is vanity …) and depression (nothing has meaning …) I had been fighting with.
The lie was blatant attack on my hope for the future, and an attack on destiny: You are a has-been that never really made it.
I identified the lie, through what I sense to be the revelation of the Holy Spirit, and replaced it with the truth of God’s Word: I have plans to prosper you … to give you a hope and a future.
That is essentially what it means to take up the sword of the Word, put on the helmet of salvation, and to be transformed through the renewal your mind, to be able to know the good and pleasing and perfect will of God.
In the week therafter, I received a personal prophetic word of how a God the Creator breathes into dust, and creates life where there literally is nothing.
Spot on. Personal. Accurate and encouraging.
Let’s just say, I think I might be out of the woods.
I might even be able to muster up a mustard seed. Imagine what He can do with that …
Heads-up, peeps. Be transformed through the renewal of your mind.
5777 might just be the best year after-all :).
I’m asking God for the promised normal, as painted in poetry.
He knows what I mean.