“Pick someone in the room that you think God wants you to talk to.”
This wasn’t my usual Saturday morning, but I chose to attend a workshop to learn how to hear from heaven more acutely. I wasn’t the only one as there were probably fifty of us who had shown up. It seemed that we were willing to jump over some barriers to access higher abilities.
One of the mental hurdles I have had to overcome in this area is that I am “hearing voices”. That implies that this practice isn’t usual and should land one in a padded cell with a syringe plunged into the upper arm.
How many Hollywood productions have been made that depict a character who gets a bad nose bleed or excruciating headaches when they have otherworldly experiences? They spend most of their time clutching their foreheads and try not to hemorrhage. The brainwashing has been that if you have a gift to interact with the divine, you have to suffer physically or be super weird.
If you get past all that, bring on the poltergeist and dark forces ready to wreak havoc in your home. Who wants to tangle with an unruly spirit that will require an exorcism? Just because you went looking for answers, now you have to move.
If that doesn’t stop a person, then the sheer fact that the One who made everything would want to speak is somewhat staggering. Why would God want to take the time to talk to us? Isn’t that kind of presumptuous with all the trouble going on in the world?
Any one of those scenarios can keep us closed down and shut off.
I knew exactly who I was to speak to on that particular morning. The entire hour that we sat listening to the presenter talk about his experiences, my attention kept being directed to a woman across the room. It began with a slight nudge.
“Do you see the lady with the purple glasses?” the still, small voice whispered.
I scanned the attentive audience, and I saw her wearing reading glasses. It’s always subtle at first like that. It seems like it’s my idea to look up, but later I realize I was told to.
I focused back on what was being taught.
“Do you see her scarf? It matches her glasses.” Accesories are important.
As people began looking around to see who they should pair up with, I went right to her and said,
“I’m supposed to tell you something; I have no idea what it is.”
“I’m so relieved you came over. This is so hard for me to do, and I want to learn how to do it, but I’m a little scared.”
“I think we all aren’t totally comfortable with it, but we can try.”
She and I went to a quiet corner away from everyone else. We were given easy-to-follow instructions on how to get a message.
First, we were to ask what God wanted this person to know. Next, we were to ask for a specific verse if there was one and then to get a vision of what was needed. That sounds like a lot, but we were told we could do it, so the idea was to believe we could.
I started by asking the first question. Both of us shut our eyes, and she grabbed my right hand. I had to brush away the thought that I was with an absolute stranger. I didn’t know her even thirty minutes ago, but now I was to deliver important news from God.
“A special place has been prepared for you at the table,” I said. I could see her sitting in an elaborate venue, surrounded by others and being served. She looked relaxed with a radiant smile.
“Do you spend a lot of your time giving to others and not yourself?”
“Yes. I’m a pastor, and I’m always helping other people but not me.”
“Do you feel guilty when you take time for yourself?”
“God wants you to know that you need to take time for yourself and let other people help you. You are burning yourself out trying to be nice.”
“You’re right,” she said quietly. Inwardly, I breathed a sigh of relief. I felt calm, but I had no idea if what I was saying would be accurate. To have her confirm it kept me going.
“I see you wondering if you can clean up the tables or get the other people something to drink. God says no. Sit down.”
“That’s me. Right when I start to enjoy myself, I think I have to jump up and do something, or I’m being lazy.”
“You aren’t giving yourself a break. You are going to break down. So listen to what is being said. God is telling you to rest. Let others serve you for once. You are supposed to enjoy life just like everyone else. You can be happy even when you aren’t working. Don’t let people take advantage of your kindness. Put up boundaries and have some balance. Otherwise, you aren’t going to be able to help anyone. You are going to start resenting the whole thing.”
When we opened our eyes, she got out a tissue to wipe away tears.
“It’s hard for me not to do it all for everyone all the time.”
“Do you ask for help?” How did I know to ask that? Because we had a lot in common.
“No. I try to do it all myself. I don’t like asking for help, and no one usually offers.”
“Then you have to ask, and don’t feel bad about it.”
“I will. I don’t want to burn myself out. I like what I do, so I don’t want to ruin it.”
Then it was her turn to be in the hot seat to see what I needed to hear. It took her a minute to pull herself together after what I had said.
She retook my hand, and we closed our eyes.
“God, what do you want Chris to know?”
I instantly saw myself sitting in a canoe drifting in a river. The sun was bright, no one else was around, and it was peaceful.
“Come to me all who are weary, and I will give you rest. God wants you to rest. I see you floating in a…a..a..” She paused like she couldn’t find the right word.
“Yes!” She said. “I didn’t want to say it was a boat because it isn’t.”
I saw everything before she said it, and when I would describe something, she saw it too.
“You are sitting in a..” She was at a loss for words again.
“Meadow? With flowers all around me?”
“Yes! And God wants you to rest and see the beauty of creation. Don’t be so busy that you don’t stop and see it.”
In the end, we walked away, no longer not knowing one another.
We didn’t have special powers come over us. There was no chanting in Latin involved or burning of incense. What did we do? We asked.
There are many sources of information available to all of us anytime we want. The news will tell you what’s going on. And usually, it’s not good. If by chance, you get Chinese food, a fortune cookie can be your guide. But that generally wears off and doesn’t provide a lot of depth.
I recall having a Magic Eight Ball when I was a kid. I would think of a question and shake the heck out of it, hoping for the answer I wanted to hear. Through the little window, the smoky blue water would reveal words on the plastic triangle inside. The worst result was: Answer Unknown. How frustrating is that? I wasn’t any further ahead in life with that response! It proved to be unreliable, leaking all over the place, and it got tossed.
I realized that after taking the class that it’s vital to be able to hear on a level that is above the physical to benefit myself when I cannot sleep and I don’t understand a difficulty I am up against. Another advantage is to use it when bringing comfort to others. It’s amazing to speak something that immediately brings relief to another. You know it isn’t you, but it is straight from heaven.
You can begin to apply this from Jeremiah 33:3:
Call to me, and I will answer you and tell you great and hidden things that you have not known. (ESV)
Then there’s a bonus thrown in if you do:
How happy you are to believe that the Lord’s message to you will come true! (Luke 1:45, Good News Translation)
When you take the time to get quiet and ask for answers, it builds your confidence and boosts your mood; it changes your mindset and strengthens the bond between you and the unseen realm. And just like anything else that you give a priority in your day, it becomes easier to execute.
Soon, you will only want to seek that which offers you something of great return like nothing else can. You won’t want to settle for anything that leaves you feeling unfulfilled and empty. You don’t have to chase it down like a crazy person, thinking that others have the answers for your life. And you come to know that God directly gives the best advice.