
Last night was great, in fact the whole day was. First a guest speaker at church who, at the end of his sermon, asked if anyone had a burden to give to God raise their hand. Next he said to raise your other hand and give it to God. Both my hands where high in the air. I felt like I had released that inner most part of me to God to let Him do His work in me.
But, I still felt like there was something more I needed to do. Unsatisfied I went through the rest of the Sunday in a spiritual zombie-like state, not moving upward the way I want my spirit life to be going. Finally I just felt the need to get out of the house, my prison, and see if a change of scenery would help. In Matthew 7:7 Jesus says "Seek and you shall find" and in verse 8 Jesus concludes "he who seeks finds". So I guess I was seeking, I wasn't sure where I should look or what it would be I would find, but if Jesus promised the seeker he would become the one who finds who was I to doubt Him?
The first stop on my search was a Denny's. Not exactly Mount Sinai where Moses went to receive the Ten Commandments, but one should always start seeking on a full stomach (Proverb according to Bob). When I had finished eating my search too me to Target. If sin is missing the mark or the target why not get as close to the Target as I can. So I went in and shopped around the electronics department still debating on which flat screen TV I should get, but still never buying one. So rather than just standing there debating which one had the best picture quality I walked over to the music department and picked up a couple of Cd's.
Finally, I admitted to myself that instead of waisting time I needed to get to my destination. That place where "seek" becomes "find", that place I know I need to get to, but am still not convinced I will find whatever it is I am looking for. I pull my car into the parking lot and found an empty space facing the building. I sit in my car still listening to one of my new Cd's watching people going in the propped open door. I am at a small church in town that has a Praise and Worship night about once a month called Majesty Unlocked. I got out of my car, took a deep breath and sighed and walked into the building making my way to a seat in the very last row (a good safe place near the door).
From my vantage point I watched as the praise team began the music and started to sing. I saw many seated with hands raised high praising God, while others stood arms outstretched giving glory to the Lord. I listened to the testimonies of God moving in peoples lives and others read scriptures that have gotten them through hard times, but whatever was suppose to happen to me, whatever it was that I was suppose to find didn't seem to be there. So I began the countdown to leaving and continuing my search. I'll give it one more song, or I'll pray one more time or listen to one more testimony and if the Heavens don't open up wide and pour down blessings I'm out of there.
Finally times up. I am standing behind the last row of seats eye-balling the door. Someone I know walks by and I am tempted to ask them to walk me out so it would look like we had something to talk about rather than me trying to cut out early. As I formulated this plan I noticed the pastor of the church standing close by looking in my direction. In an effort not to look needy I began to sing the song and smile a little, too late. Next thing I know I am being hugged and I hear the pastor whisper a few words in tongues. This was followed by a translation that was so spot on it had to come from God since I had not shared anything about the quest I was on with anyone.
When he was done speaking the word God had given him for me he released the hug and simply walked away leaving me in awe of God and this mans genuine relationship with Him. My search hadn't ended, but what I was searching for was now coming into focus and was now within range of obtaining. I stood there through what may have been one more song I don't remember, when the lead singer said the pastor would like to do something different tonight.
On most Majesty Unlocked nights the purpose or focus is to simply worship God, it's not a time of laying on of hands or prayer request, but an open forum of a group of people spending some one on one time praising their king. Pastor Jerry felt lead to have an "Altar Call". They invited anyone with a need to come forward and someone would meet them there, lay hands on them and pray, joining their faith with yours to bring your need before God. I bolted for the front of the church the moment she finished the invitation and waited and waited and waited for what seemed to be forever for someone to come over or something to happen, but nothing. I stood there feeling more alone and now on display like the last kid picked to be on the softball team in school.
I closed my eyes and began to pray, after all God hears my prayers and He just spoke to me through the pastor. All I wanted to do was to seal the words he spoke in my heart and mind so that what would be found would not get lost again. With my eyes closed and my lips praying I felt hands on me. I looked up to see a man standing in front of me looking me in the eyes while pouring oil on his finger. He reached for my forehead making a oil cross on my face and went right into prayer. I stood there trying to hear and receive everything he was petitioning God for in my behalf. When suddenly I heard his words over the music and what I had been searching for was now mine and it was a word.
"Don't let this brother believe the lies of the devil". the moment I heard those words I grabbed the mans arm. I wanted him to know that in his prayer to God, God was now speaking to me through him and I got the message. When he finished praying the man hugged me for the longest time. By this point my inhibitions were gone and like David dancing in front of the Arc I didn't care anymore who was watching, I was too busy connecting with God. Mission accomplished I had sought and I had found just as Jesus promised me I would.
Sorry to take you down such a long path on a search that brought me no earthly treasure, but brought me closer to my God. I just needed to tell the story of how an "Altar Call" changed me once again. I know sometimes it seems pointless to step out of your seat and walk down an isle and stand or kneel by a wooden platform, but I now know it is those very actions that God notices and responds to that will turn your search into a discovery.






