Sometimes our God-given gifts and talents are misunderstood, denied or misused. Often, they do not lead to what we expect. Like my ballet as a child, the piano playing, stage acting, singing, painting — creating. I am a writer, but some don’t think I do a very good job. Luckily, some do. Finally I’m learning to believe what God says about me and not others. Like this weekend.
I don’t consider myself a prophet, but sometimes the Lord gives me understanding of a matter before it happens. Like this past weekend. A thought crossed my mind as I headed to a fellow New Iberian’s home, by invitation, arriving at the perfect time. Not at the beginning, but rather the end, when only a few guests remained. I was able to talk to the ones I wanted to see, needed to see — and experience one of those “Ah-ha” moments when what the Lord whispered moments earlier, was fulfilled.
My fellow resident and I do not agree on lifestyles, but we agree on many things. Kindness being one of them. We share that regularly. So to tell him, “One day you will have to defend me for my right to believe what I believe,” seemed natural in the flow of conversation. Little did I know within a few minutes, someone else I had greeted with kindness on several earlier occasions would accost me with words and an inaccurate verbal assessment of me as a person. My host was horrified and apologized for his friend.
In a way I laughed it off, but in reality, it struck me with such truth. Like Isaac, the son of Abraham, I am a child of promise. “At that time the son born according to the flesh persecuted the son born by the power of the Spirit. It is the same now,” said the first chapter in the book of Galatians.
Why should that be a surprise? It isn’t — but we forget. Scripture also tells us, “In fact, everyone who wants to live a godly life in Christ Jesus will be persecuted.” Read 2 Timothy 3. I’m not making this up — and I didn’t know, when I told my friend about the thought I’d had earlier in the day, his defense of me was about to be needed. Anyone that yearns for tolerance and acceptance, must be prepared to do the same.
We’ve all somehow forgotten these things. The world is getting so ugly and there is a growing hate and intolerance among the ones who cry for tolerance for their beliefs. This morning I was reminded in such a sweet way — thank you Holy Spirit.
As I sat at the piano and played a couple of my old songs written in 1994, I realized — He always goes before us. What had been born in me at that time, was ready for today — and tomorrow. The quest is eternal, the reality is open to interpretation. Praise God I’ve read and reread the rule book. According to my faith it tells me what I wrote in two songs.
“Yes, I AM the Great I AM, and I’ve come to take My Bride. She is holy glorified when she’s standing by My side. (musical bridge) If you … will not give them My love, then how will they know that it’s true? (Repeat or link to the next song I wrote in 1994, a prayer set to music.)
“Bind us together, bind us together, bind us together oh Lord (repeat) … we pray, for the future is ready to enter the present and some of Your sheep are astray. ‘I need you to tell them that they are forgiven, and that I’m coming one day.’”
Is there any wonder why I’ve adopted the boldness to speak of My Lord Jesus? He has given me a command in answer to my prayer.
VICKY BRANTON is Teche Life editor of The Daily Iberian.