I watched her. For days. For weeks. For months that turned into years.
This woman was filled with God power, overwhelmed with His joy and consumed with His peace. She heard God’s voice—on a regular basis—and was seeing evidence of His presence in the regular rhythms of her life. She would pray and then believe. Expect and then see. Ask and then receive. So I watched her. She was a wife, a mom, a daughter, a sister, a regular woman with problems and concerns just like mine, and yet her life was different in so many ways. More than anything I wanted what she had, and I was determined to figure out how to get it. Our first conversation over two piping hot cups of tea began with a shower of questions. I just couldn’t help myself. I was so curious about her relationship with God and how what she’d learned on the pew had become such a startling reality on the pavement of her life.
That first conversation led to deeper, more intriguing ones that kept me on the edge of my seat. Like a little schoolgirl with my chin in my hands, I soaked in her wisdom and reveled in the times she laid her hands on me and prayed. A refreshing friendship developed, and I was challenged—challenged to be one of the few who would refuse to trust God with an ordinary faith or settle for a complacent walk with Him. I was compelled not just to hear about God on Sunday but to expect to experience what I’d learned about Him throughout every other day of the week. I wanted more . . . more of Him, more of His Spirit, more of His gifts, more of His fruit, more of His power and His manifest presence in my life.
I must admit, it’s been quite a surprising journey. But once my appetite had been whet, there was no turning back. I was ruined. Mundane Christian living would no longer suffice. Not then, not now, and by God’s grace, not ever again.
I’m so thrilled that you are with me for this ride because having company makes any road trip more fun. This expedition began for me several years ago and is still in progress. God’s call from mundane Christianity to a radical experience of Him has taken me down roads that, honestly, have been quite narrow. Not many travelers have chosen to take this route. Not much has changed in two thousand years. Approximately two million Jews were freed from Egypt with the opportunity to experience the milk and honey promised by Yahweh. Yet only two of that original multitude would ever walk on Canaan’s soil.
That’s a startling ratio. Two in two million.
Hmmm . . .
One in a million.