Tonight was beautiful but it starting to have that cool crispness in the air. You kind of know fall is near. I guess it was the similarity of the night but for some reason tonight while I prayed my mind went back 33 years ago this October. I was a police officer in TN but I had also surrendered to preach some months before. God had allowed me the privilege of preaching several times in country churches around West Tn but in Oct of that year the Lord placed on my heart something different. I had read about Brush Arbor meetings of the past and I decided that I wanted to have one out in the country where I grew up.
A short time ago I was asked to visit a home with a pastor, where the family said they were being frightened by a an apparition, (of course we knew that if there were something it would be a demonic spirit not a ghost. Each had a story of hearing or seeing something. The one most bothered was a young teen girl. The first thing to do was check on their salvation. The girl seemed very unsure so I asked the pastor to witness to her while I looked at her room.
Tonight was an exceptional blessing. As I prayed I said to the Lord that I wanted to know Him and speak with Him and be to him as Abraham, who was a friend of God, as Moses who spoke to Him as a friend to a friend. That is when the Lord said to my heart you can have that be so much more for I am your Father and you are my son, my adopted son. This means He chose me. Now I know He chose every human being in the world but some did not and have not accepted His choice, but I did as many who will read this did. Therefore we are special because we are adopted. Rom 8:15 For ye have not received the spirit of bondage again to fear; but ye have received the Spirit of adoption, whereby we cry, Abba, Father.
Sticking my nose in again, but please be careful of the music you listen to. As I walk city streets, it is heartbreaking the confusion, chaos and unhappiness in which so many people are living. Always music is an obvious and integral part of their lives. Even Christians that I have observed who are living in unhappiness and discouragement seem to have the common denominator of the world’s music. I observe and counsel Christians who are struggling and some who have fallen into sin and always music is involved.
By music, I mean music with a rhythmic beat. It does not matter what the category or name it has. It begins with the subtle soft beat that stimulates the body and creates sensuality. It progresses to more addictive and dynamic styles, but always leads to sensuality, and inevitably is a direct contradiction of