One time I was having a small,
morning prayer service. Usually there would be about 20 people
attending. We were having a good time of it, God was blessing and
people were seeing their prayers answered. However, one night I had
a strange dream. I had been questioning God about the subject of
grace. I knew that it meant "unmerited favor"--that we
cannot work for it, but it is God's gift alone. That much I
understood. But in reading the Word, I came across several
scriptures that puzzled me. Paul was very liberal with grace...he
would end many of his epistles with the saying, "God's grace be
upon you.." How could Paul give it away? Was it
possible for us to ask God for that "unmerited favor"
God taught me about grace in a
remarkable way...in a dream. In this dream, I had witnessed a
terrible accident on a freeway. There were five cars involved, and
people were lying all over the roadway injured and crying for help.
I got out of my car to see if I could assist anyone, but there was little
I could do...they were bleeding and broken. So I quickly ran back to
my car, where there was a CB radio. I began to turn the dial,
desperately trying to find someone to answer me and get help. But no
response. Just then, a man came up to me, put his hand on my left
shoulder, and spoke in a soft voice: "If you will put it on
channel FIVE, you will get the help they need." I
obeyed, and sure enough...a voice answered my call.
What did this dream mean, if
anything? Nothing...except through spiritual eyes. When I
awoke the next morning, the dream was still very vivid, and I inquired of
the Lord its meaning and significance. The Lord reminded me that
there were five cars in the dream, plus the channel five which responded
to my call. Five is the number of God's grace. He told me that
whenever I found myself with no help, if I would simply ask for His grace
upon their needs, help would come.
God had taught me a lesson by the
Holy Ghost...and He had taught it in a way I could understand it!
Did I ever have an opportunity to
use this lesson? Many times! But one of the most remarkable
miracles regarding my new-found insight into Grace happened when a lady
came to me for prayer. This happened during one of those morning
meetings, when I had shared this dream with the people. The woman
told me that she did not need a healing, but she had a specific request
for money. Her brother owed her $1000, and had been owing it over a
year now. He had lived with her and her husband briefly, but after a
disagreement he had left without repaying the debt. She did not know where
he was living now, but "I need my $1000 returned" she
told me. I prayed a simple, brief prayer. I only asked the Lord to
send His grace upon her brother's head at that very moment, wherever he
was, and cause him to remember this debt he owed his sister.
We prayed this prayer at about 11:30
that morning, then left the meeting. Later that evening, my husband
suggested we go out to eat at a local cafeteria, which we did. As we
finished and were coming out of the building, this same woman and her
husband were coming in. She saw me, and came running. "Sister
Adams!" she shouted. "I just got to tell you what
happened! At 3:00pm this afternoon I heard a knock on my door.
I opened it, and there stood my brother! Sister Adams, he had a
check for $1000 in his hand! He had "suddenly" remembered
his debt to me!!" She was ecstatic!
Later, when she calmed down, she
explained that he had moved away to another town some 170 miles distant
and now had a good job. But when we had prayed that morning, he
"suddenly" remembered... got into his car and began driving to
his sister's house!
Needless to say, we have never
forgotten this miracle nor just how awesome is that grace!
The School of the Spirit never
closed its doors once I knocked. I was to find that many times the
things He wanted me to know came like some tender leaf falling from a tree
and nudging my face. Out of nowhere a thought or a revelation...and I
would often wonder to myself, "where did THAT come from?"
I was to learn that this gentle rain
upon my spirit would never, never cease...even if I never stopped to
profit by it; for I did not always ACT upon them...but only by DOING what
the Spirit wanted was I to see the fruit manifest itself. But like
many, I was sometimes troubled in KNOWING I was hearing from Him. My
self-doubts often checked my obedience.
Jesus said, "My sheep know
my voice." Yet I was to learn that new-born lambs
do not automatically know his voice...they must learn it for themselves by
sticking close to the flock and eating from the rich pasture that the
Shepherd has led them to. But there are lambs that stray, and there
are lambs that get lost and fend for themselves, leaving it to others to
hear the voice of the Shepherd. Jesus cared for lost lambs and those
that strayed, leaving the flock to find them.
How did the little lamb get lost? He
ignored the voice of the Shepherd and was enticed to go out on his own.
Then, when he strayed away long enough, he was soon running to every voice
that beckoned. So many of God's people are wandering about the
hillsides like the lost sheep. Far in the distance, the Shepherd calls,
yet beyond the hill comes another voice with another message. The little
lamb thinks within himself, "who is talking to me? The Shepherd?
Or is it the wolf, coming to kill me?"
"How do I know when it is
GOD talking, and not the devil?"
So many times people have
asked me that question. I always remind them that a thousand babies
may cry, but the mother will always know her own...because she carries
that child next to her bosom. A baby zebra exists with hundreds of
striped animals...but by staying next to its mother it knows the distinct
pattern on her hide. It is when we entertain the presence of the
Lord and desire that most intimate relationship with Him, we will know His
voice and recognize His ways.
One afternoon I was driving home in
a terrible rainstorm. I had no intention of stopping for
anything...I just wanted to get home as quickly as possible. But
about a half-mile from our apartment, I passed a small car on the side of
the road. A black man had the hood up and was working on the motor.
I first thought about helping him, but I could hear a voice reminding me
how dangerous it was to stop and help anyone in THIS city..."too
many rapists and thugs."
So I went on...acting very
At that point, I had not recognized
who had just spoken...thinking I was just talking to myself. I turned and
drove under the freeway...now just lacking about 5 blocks to the house.
But just then, ANOTHER VOICE spoke to me. It was like that
"leaf falling on my head" that I talked about.
"Go back and water that
Camel? What was THAT?
The voice came again: "Go
back and water that man's camel."
What was this? "Water
the man's camel?" That was a crazy thought...there were no
camels anywhere...was I losing my mind or something? I stopped my
car and sat there a moment in the driving rain. Was this GOD talking
to me? What did this all mean?
As I sat there, the Lord suddenly
reminded me of the story of Rebekah at the well. Abraham wanted a
bride for his son Isaac and had sent his servant back to the ancestral
home to find her. The servant had been afraid he might make a mistake and
had prayed to the Lord that when he reached the village, the first maiden
who offered to "water his camels" would be the chosen one.
And so it had happened.
What was God saying to me, then?
Was that little car back on the freeway needing some gasoline?
I was debating it all, churning the
questions in my mind. What if I was wrong? What if I was just
"thinking" all of this? But I began to compare the two
voices that had spoken to me...the first one had tried to instill fear in
me. But Jesus had told us not to be fearful.
But the second voice...so gentle and
full of meaning. Who would have ever thought to compare that little
car to a camel? This must be God talking to me. And so I drove back
to the black man and his small car.
"Sir, do you need
I asked, pulling alongside his vehicle.
replied. "I think I must have run out of gasoline."
"Well, get in and I will
take you to the service station just over the hill"
And so he got into my car and I
drove him to the station where he purchased a gallon of gas. As we
were driving back to his car, I thought to myself...."Well, that
WAS the Lord after all. His "camel" was his car which
needed "watering"... and I was rejoicing that I had been
right about His voice and what a neat way God had got my attention.
The black man thanked me for helping
him, and on the way back to his car he told me, "You know,
sister, I saw you pass me before. Why did you return to help
me?" I was almost fearing he would think I was crazy or
something, but I told him exactly what had transpired. He suddenly
began to laugh aloud. "Sister, I am a preacher. I had
pushed my car as far up the hill as I could, then just got into the front
seat and began to pray for God to send me someone to help. So while
I was praying on this side of the freeway...God was talking to you on the
other!" The "camel" had found its "Rebekah!"
We did not know whether to laugh,
cry, or just simply rejoice. But the voice of the Lord had made our hearts to overflow with
the great gladness and awesome wonder at the Holy Ghost...who had blessed us
in the middle of a rainstorm!
All these wonderful experiences will
happen to us AS WE SEEK TO DO HIS WILL. Flesh is never satisfied
until it sees the "nail prints in the hands," but spiritual eyes
can see the "abundance of rain in blue skies." How God
cries for us to become such "faith-walkers," persons who will
allow themselves to get in on that which God is doing RIGHT NOW! It
is not wrong to try the spirits, to question. Certainly, I would
never have stopped unless I knew for certain it was God talking. But when
Jesus says, "Come!" we can walk on water!
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