John, what exactly do you mean by mediocrity?”
“You know, Doc, nothing much ever happens. Daily I take a beating out there from the world. I’m worried all the time. You know, I believe Jesus works for some people, but not for me.” John sighed and gazed at the ceiling. “I think He’s given up on me.”
“John, you’ve been saved long enough to know God promises never to leave or forsake you!” Doctor Hadley shared an encouraging smile. “You’re not the only one who has ever felt this way…Take Elijah when he learned Jezebel was...”
“Please Doc, spare me the Bible lesson. I’ve heard it all, it doesn’t help.”
Throughout his career as a Christian psychologist, Dr. Hadley had seen this often. He understood the frustration of living with, what he called the semi-backslidden syndrome.
“Okay, John, but did anyone share with you the fact that Elijah got out of his funk by hearing God’s voice?”
“John shook his head derisively. “Straight from the horse’s mouth eh?” Then uttering an imitated “neigh” and laughed. “Yeah, well fat chance of that happening to me.”
“How about hearing God’s voice through worship?”
“You mean like worship time at Church. It doesn’t work for me. All the dancing and shouting, the choir and the instruments, too distracting.”
“Ever tried worship at home, you know get alone in a room….”
“Even worse, when it’s that quiet my mind gets bombarded by tons of thoughts that come out of nowhere. I can’t get on track. And lately I don’t believe God is listening to me anyway, so what’s the point.”
Hadley nodded in response. He began writing on a prescription pad. John noted the action and remarked sarcastically “Doc, you’re not the kind of Doctor that can write scripts. Even if you could, I don’t do meds even if prescribed by a real shrink.”
Hadley smiled broadly. “I believe you’ll find this is just what you need….straight from the horse’s mouth as you say.”
John stared quizzically at Hadley. Nevertheless, the counselor seemed sure of himself as he handed over the paper. On it was simply an address. “Instead of our usual session next week I’ve scheduled you for a visit here.”
John shrugged his shoulders, pocketed the script, and left.
The place of his appointment was a long drive from home. His GPS brought him before a large sign with the name chiseled on it, “FRED J. HORSEMAN DVM.” Underneath was a carved blackened image of a horse beside an arrow pointing the way.
“OK, now I’m sure Hadley has flipped his lid!” Sending me to a Veterinarian? You know what they say about shrinks; anyone who is one needs one.” He laughed aloud. “Well at least the man’s name fits his profession.” The arrow pointed John to a steep narrow path. He drove slowly over the rough surface and parked. Exiting his car he stood erect, inhaling the mountain air deep into his lungs. He felt better already.
Horseman met him at the door with a wide smile and meaty handshake. You’re right on time John; let’s go over to the stable. Adjacent to the house was a large equine stable. Both men entered the domain of the stalled horses.
Instantly John was completely overwhelmed by a tremendous presence of God in the form of the most beautiful, enchanting music he had ever heard. It was like ten thousand angels singing in perfect harmony covering him in a magnetic blanket of divine love and glory. Briefly he lost his physical sense of himself and had to pinch his flesh for assurance that was not standing before a heavenly chorus of angels, dead.
“You like the sound system here?” inquired Horseman softly. Mesmerized, John nodded. Rocking his head, attempting to shake off the effect the music was having on him, he tried to speak. Horseman placed his index finger on his lips, and whispered. “The sound is direct from the throne room of GOD. Allow it to transform you John.”
John soaked in it full and deeply. And so he was completely irreversibly healed, renewed and transformed.
He had questions, lots of questions for Horseman and Hadley, but they could wait. He laughed louder than he had in years. God was the ultimate comedian. Even within this beautiful indescribable scene. Looking at the horses He thought he spied at least one of them singing with the choir. Glory, straight from the horse’s mouth. Hadley knew what he was doing.
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