Hi! 'Learn'
More to add to your question asking, "Jimp and Blayne, Pls talk more about how God speaks to you. How his voice is like. Thanks".
I thought I should tell you about a circumstance that seemed in every way to be from God but was discovered to definitely not to be so.
To make a long story short, when I was introduced to the gospel of repentance, I was an utter and complete mess ... both psychologically and emotionally. I had been damaged and injured in multiple areas of my life. Not only was I a lost sheep who had fallen off a cliff ... I had fallen to unfathomable depths and hit every crevice and tree branch on the way down.
Like I said, it's a very long story. But before beginning to tell you it, I should at least first mention that during the time of my being introduced to Jesus, I met a man who was a missionary for Youth For Christ. Him and I were fond of having arguments about God and the Bible during my ardent searching time. Anyways, the missionary challenged me saying, "If God doesn't prove Himself real to you in twenty-four hours, you and I will go down the street telling everyone that God is dead. But if God does prove Himself real to you, then you must walk down the street with me and tell everyone He's alive".
It was a worthy bet which I couldn't lose sortta' thing. I was either gonna' discover God or save this eager missionary a lot of grief an' aggravation.
So, that night I returned home to my rooming-house and dropped off to sleep without much of a second thought about the missionary and his challenge.
The next morning I awoke with my right knee-cap severely sore and swollen. I didn't have a clue how it happened. And, when I attempted to walk, it became a screaming pain.
So, I stayed home all day all anxious about my knee. I had plans to burglarize a building with some accomplices that evening and I was afraid that I'd miss the 'big score' and have to eat even more free stale donuts and sandwiches.
By evening time, my knee had swollen even more. I was beginning to panic. It was then that I got the idea to stumble down to the Storefront Mission and ask someone there to drive me to the hospital.
It was a gruesome and slow walk, but I reached the door of the Storefront Mission and hobbled up to the food distribution counter. A man was standing there; I recognized him as the head Christian cheese of the place. So, I told him about my need to visit the hospital.
And, what do you think this guy replied?
I should have half-expected it; because he always walked around the mission like some holy saint. Not piously arrogant; but always smiling an' happy about himself which caused me great suspicion.
The Christian head cheese says, "I'll drive you to the hospital if you first let me pray for you".
The last thing I needed was some holy-roller comedian at this point.
But I was desperate. Actually, I was terrified that I was gonna' discover that I had some incurable disease 'er sumthing.
So, I told the Christian cheese, "OK, you can do your magic wand trick, but yuh gotta' promise me that you'll take me to the hospital afterwards."
The head cheese motions me to a rear office and I follow him in and sit on one of those old wooden swivel chairs that that he musttah' found at a cheap rubbish-an'-ruined sale.
The guy says, "Do you believe in God?"
I answered, "Well, certainly. You'd have to be awfully stupid not to believe that there is a God."
Then he asks, "Do you believe in Jesus Christ?"
I replied, "Yep, history has written all about Him."
He then asked, "Do you believe that God can heal you?".
I had to think about that for a moment before answering, "God can do anything He pleases!"
"No", he said, "Do you believe that God still heals people today?"
Now that was a tough one to answer.
I guess he saw my bewilderment and so asked, "Do you believe that God is the same yesterday, today and forever?".
"Well, I guess He is", I replied.
At that point the man lays his hands on my head and prays aloud ... all I heard through the fog everything happening at the time were the words "Power of God ... from the crown of his head to the toes of his feet".
Nothing spectacular happened. I mean the room's fuse panel didn't blow and I didn't see any strange looking lights 'er anything like that. But I did feel a little tinge of warmth.
Just when I was about to say, "OK, let's get me a drive to the hospital", the man turned and quietly walked out the office door. I was, as you can imagine, more than a bit perturbed. After all, this head cheese Christian and I had a deal.
As I prepared to struggle out of the office chair, I suddenly realized that there wasn't anything wrong with my knee. Not a thing! I was shocked. I just couldn't believe what had happened.
I became frightened ... very frightened. The first thought that came to me was that God had stopped the world to heal my knee ... and, this same God could just as easily kill me on the spot if He so wished. That wasn't a very comfortable thought to have on the evening of committing a burglary.
By the way, the head Christian cheese man was once a celebrated Pentecostal pastor in the USA. One day God told him to pack his stuff and move and set up the Storefront mission which was later to be named the "Stepping Stone Coffee House". I gratefully learned much from this man; he was a very faithful man of God.
Anyways, that's really not the story I intended to tell you. I only told you so that you had some inkling that I was certainly not yer normal everyday kinna' sinner guy. I was a real mess of a guy.
Now, I will hurriedly tell you the story about how I became convinced that God was purposely arranging things for my life through a series of different well-meaning people and events.
Can you believe that only three months after my hearing the Gospel that God decided that I should attend a Bible College? I was still smokin' like a furnace and my morning Bible verse was "And smoke came out of his nostrils". I was still vulgar and very much a basket case of a personality.
But hey! Who's gonna' argue with God's arrangements, ay? It started by someone offering to pay my way to Bible College. It progressed with the Bible College offering me a scholarship. It was all became so tidy when I was offered free room and board.
Oh, an' all this was done with the rudimentary 'Gideon's Fleece Method' too. That surely put the Good Christian Saint label on the package, right?
Wrong!
So, this former burglar skipped off to Bible College with every confidence that nothing this well arranged and put together could be anything but God's will.
Did I mention that I was something of a hell-raiser too?
Well, that side of me followed me to Bible College as well.
The Bible College saints were especially coming down hard on me about my nicotine habit. Some of them had prayed up a storm while I was keeping busy unsuccessfully trying to quit.
One night I was feeling more than a bit mischievous and I borrowed someone's half-ton pickup and stole a life size concrete statue of Jesus from the nearby Roman Catholic grotto and plunked it down right in front of the Bible College Chapel door. Just so everyone got the point of my grievance, I stuck a cigarette in the statue's lips and promptly returned to the dorm to catch some sleep.
Well, as you can imagine, the Bible College was in an absolute uproar about my mischief. They were beside themselves about how to rid themselves of me without appearing too cruelly unforgiving. The question, "What would Jesus do?', didn't apply because I was evidently beyond hope and remedy.So, the College Board quickly assembled and I was summarily expelled before lunch was served.
So, yuh see? Not everything that might appear to be God's doing really is His doing. Anybody with a half a brain in their head should have known that I wasn't ready to attend a Bible College. They should have considered themselves fortunate that I didn't rob the Collection Plate on my way out the door, sortta thing.
No, my scrambling off to Bible College wasn't God's doing. It was the work of misplaced enthusiasm; the result of pious thinking and the efforts of well-meaning people.
Sorry for the long story. But I thought you should know the reverse side of things too. We can get into a lot of needless trouble with an undisciplined eagerness to be a hero for God.
I've since learned that it is far better to be preoccupied with doing the works of God rather than working for God.