“It is the most ungodly and dangerous business to abandon the certain and revealed will of God in order to search into the hidden mysteries of God”
Before I knew my husband, I went on a few dates with a young Christian man who desired to be a pastor one day. He was handsome and funny, and he definitely had a love for God. We attended some campus ministry meetings together and even visited a couple of churches during our brief friendship. ”You’ve gotta come to my home church sometime,” he said excitedly, “and see what a real church is supposed to be like.”
I was intrigued by his excitement. I had only experienced what I believed were traditional church settings, and they were much different from the “real” worship experiences he described. When a special event came up at his church, he made arrangements for a group of our friends to tag along with him.
“It’s always important to make sure anything you hear is lining up with the Bible,” my sweet friend informed me as I prepared to attend this special church.
That’s silly advice, I thought, why would a church teach something that didn’t line up with the Bible.
And then I walked into a church that didn’t teach from the Bible at all. They were overflowing with so many supernatural gifts, they didn’t seem to need that old book. I didn’t know whether I should dive right in or run away in fear, but somehow I felt that I only had those two choices. Either way, I felt extremely confused.
I kid you not, I dove right in.
I was anointed with oil and thrown into a quick round of pick-a-prophet, where I was showered with spiritually worded flattery and told of the great riches God had in store for me if I gave Him all of my money and fulfilled my supposed calling as a leader in the church. An hour later I watched 200 people empty their purses and wallets, begging in tongues for the Spirit to slay them right then and there.
It was exciting, indeed. This church had devoured me for a blurry two hours of wild chanting, ribbon dancing, money tossing, and a big ol’ line of oil-covered, spirit-slayed people. I left with a recording of the [$5] prophecy spoken to me, and a huge smile on my face as I processed the flattery and attention I had been given.
I didn’t go on any more “dates” with my friend after that. I’d like to say it was because I recognized some dangerous messages in his theology, but truthfully it was because he had been told by a prophet that his future wife was a “beautiful blonde psalmist.” Seriously. He interviewed me afterwards to see if I made the cut, and I honestly disqualified myself. I was definitely a brunette, and though I could sing, I had no clue how to write a psalm.
Don’t worry, there were no hearts broken in our parting ways. I didn’t know what I was going to do with the plans those “prophets” had spoken over me, but I did know that the plans God had for me were not to pursue a relationship with this handsome gentleman.
This young man lived and breathed present-day prophecy. His desire to be a pastor came not out of any clear gifting or spiritual leading, but rather a prophecy that was spoken over him as an infant in his mother’s arms. I am also confident his pursuit of a wife is now strictly limited to song writing blondes, but who can blame him? The blonde psalmists I know are quite charming. (Okay, fine, I only know like one.)
In the time since my 19-year-old prophecy encounter, I met a man who builds his faith up with “the certain and revealed will of God”: The Holy Word. The complete, perfect, accurate, infallible, truly inspired Word of God. A book that he knows he can never fully exhaust in his lifetime, though he will die trying. This man I met has taught me a great deal about that great book throughout our relationship, and I felt so confident in that book and that man that we went ahead and got hitched.
In learning about God’s Word together, I have grown in my understanding of the “real” thing enough to recognize the danger I dove into that day I joined in on a new kind of worship service. My husband takes the words of 2 Timothy 4:1-5 quite seriously, and I am so thankful that he does:
“I charge you in the presence of God and of Christ Jesus, who is to judge the living and the dead, and by his appearing and his kingdom: preach the word; be ready in season and out of season; reprove, rebuke, and exhort, with complete patience and teaching. For the time is coming when people will not endure sound teaching, but having itching ears they will accumulate for themselves teachers to suit their own passions,and will turn away from listening to the truth and wander off into myths. As for you, always be sober-minded, endure suffering, do the work of an evangelist, fulfill your ministry.”
In the night described above, I engaged in worship with a group of Christians that ignored the written word, wandered into myths, and appeared far from sober-minded. While they claimed to love the Word, it was not held in higher esteem than their own visions and words of prophecy.
I do not intend to share about our stance regarding the closed canon of Scripture or spiritual gifts today, though I would be more than willing to share resources on these things by request. I do, however, want to simply point out that there is danger in creating new truth for ourselves, there is uncertainty waiting where the Word is not central in teaching, and there are plenty of flattering myths inviting us to wander their way.
We are so blessed with peace in knowing the true Word of God. The deeper I grow in my knowledge of it, the more sufficient I find it to be for teaching and guiding me in God’s ways. I am so thankful to have married a man that values these truths in his daily life and glows with passion as he speaks of them.
I am also thankful that I am not a beautiful blonde psalmist.
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