Whenever someone tells you something that begins with the three words “God told me” you should immediately:
1. Look for the nearest exit.
2. If said exit is locked, attempt to cut them off mid-sentence by poking them in the eye.
3. If they are significantly taller than you and hence out of eye-poking reach, quickly lift your pant legs up as high as possible because you are about to wade through a pile of really smelly stuff.
God has never spoken directly to me, ever…
Not through a dream.
Not through a strange set of circumstances.
Not through a person.
Not in my head.
Not in my spirit.
Not in my gut.
Not one time. Never. Nada. Zip. In all my 45 years of walking on this planet I can say with the utmost confidence that the creator of the heavens and the earth has NEVER spoken directly to me.
But…
There have been numerous times that I’ve felt confident that God had indirectly spoken to me…
Through a dream.
Through a strange set of circumstances.
Through people.
In my head.
In my spirit.
In my gut.
The problem is when those times occurred, I wasn’t sure if it was God that was communicating with me, or if I had too much pizza the night before.
And that’s the issue – we’re never sure. Ever. And that’s just the way it should be. Continue Reading…
