Since I recently got a new follower (a rare honour) I bid them welcome and share an experience for them and for you all. First let me say that I make no secret of my relationship with God and am happy to relate to you what happened on Sunday evening last. It’s my habit to engage with the Sunday Morning Gatherings of Kingdom Talks, a group with whom I am involved on a voluntary basis (I write the accompanying show notes for their many online broadcasts comprising conversations with people from all walks of life, all sharing our core beliefs.)
This particular evening, which was morning for the show on location in Colorado Springs, the proceedings ran their course but of particular significance to me was a fairly short continuation section held over for any participants who wished to discuss further any of the content of the main presentation. This is a private Zoom meeting and consisted of, I think, about six people. The conversation turned at one point to a discussion about angels. One of us ( let’s call him John) related a story he had heard from a good source of how Bob Jones, an undisputed prophet, had once given a pocket knife to a young man as a gift. This was treasured over the years. While attending a conference he lost this gift in a hotel and did a fine-tooth comb job of looking everywhere for it..to no avail. This was repeated over and again, this time enlisting the help of an angel. Finally, when there seemed to be no response, he shouted at the top of his voice, in a most uncharacteristic fashion “I WANT MY KNIFE BACK.” Instantly there was a dull sound of impact upon the bed he was in. It was his knife.
I’m not, as yet, a very angel savvy person although I totally believe in them but there suddenly came to me what I can only describe as an oracle. What I could clearly discern, not from any academic prowess but more as an impression, was that, although the event of the knife was undisputed among us, there was a further interpretation of it all. What I suggested was that since the word translated as “angel” originally carried the meaning of “messenger”, the knife angel’s message to us all is that when we finally come to the end of all our own efforts to see God’s purpose in our own pain and problems and, as our friend did, honestly give vent to our true feelings, then, we meet God at a deeper, more intimate level.
And Now The Conclusion.
The very next morning after this meeting I awoke with what I can only describe as a completely new attitude, view, understanding, relationship toward God. This story of the angel and the knife had been, for me and I can only hope for others, an oracle, a divine awakening to the omnipresence of God and to the inseparable relationship of love that we share. I ought to explain that from the very outset of embracing faith in Jesus many years ago, I was still afraid of God. There was a duality in my understanding of Him which manifested in tedious hours in prayer thinking that without all that I would be up the creek without a paddle. But, after the oracle from the angel, for the first time I can remember, I am at ease just as I am without religious observances and I feel a oneness with Him solely on the basis of what He has done for me and not anything I could ever do for Him.