“Satan dropped from heaven like lightning,” Moses made his point by jumping across the front of the packed meeting room, while the fans twirled precariously above his head, threatening to drop as well.
“He has a little bit of kerosene in him that makes him into an angel of light, that’s why he is deceptive.”
This caused a row of cheering and clapping among the Papua New Guineans at the prayer ministry training school we were conducting. The team had decided to let several of the locals who had attended three or more schools, try teaching a few of the nine different talks we gave as part of the training. There had been a few interesting examples given but this zapped them all. We weren’t sure whether it was entirely Biblical, but we decided to let it go and it was an example that had us all thinking; certainly provided me with food for thought for months to come about certain things that had happened months ago.
It had started with my first trip to PNG. What a life changing experience! Transformed from a quiet, shy teenager stuck in everyday Christianity, I had returned home with a vibrant spark that had caused a shock of electricity to my family.
Over there, where the natives believed that the innocent UVI fireflies buzzing around the trees, dipping and weaving their startling light show, actually whispered to them messages of the future, I had learnt that there was a higher power. God. He was the One who whispered to you messages of the past, present and future.
God whispered to me one day when I had returned home and was visiting some new friends. It was like a breeze gliding past, so softly she could have missed it. A gentle caress; the Holy Spirit.
“You’ll marry him.” Goodness no, I had told God no boys. Too hard, and anyway I was dedicating my life to God; that left no room for boys, besides the fellow was already married. No he wasn’t; the woman nearby with the baby was his sister-in-law.
I saw him occasionally, when I went to visit his younger sister. There was a friendship growing, but underneath both of us knew something deeper was brewing. Then it dropped into my head a thought of gigantic proportions. A voice, like lightning from heaven; “You’ll get married in 3 years time”.
“No, I won’t. I’ll write this down in my diary and prove it to you in 3 years time.”
So sudden, dramatic and the voice had vaporised in just a moment. I wrote it down and though the thought lingered for a while, I ignored it until the time when our friendship turned into a relationship.
So for two years the thought, the voice, the idea simmered beneath the surface of our relationship. Our parents both knew about. Mine were against it, his were for it. I would be just 18. So we planned for a wedding - because God told us. That was our justification; yet He had never confirmed it. We just assumed.
Oh goodness, when our deeds hit the light, we wished we could find somewhere dark to sit and hide for a while. The whole episode was like a flash of lightning that lit up dark yard, illuminating in an eery light each feature of the place, while you watched serenely from behind a glass window. Only we were not watching from behind glass, we were in the yard, about to be zapped.
Illuminated was the break down in communication between us and God and between us and our parents. The thunder growled around us in a dark place as we questioned everything we had ever heard from God. Then it was the six of March, the day we believed we should have been married and like the weather outside, our hearts were gloomy and very unsuitable for such a joyous occasion.
Yet it was the day I got another chance at communication. My old team leader said I could come back to PNG with them on a mission trip. I knew it was a new chance to learn to hear from God, away from our illuminated mess. It was in a way coming full circle.
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