Over the years, I have read books and listened to tapes by and about many prophets. Each has contributed some insight for my own life and calling.
But my favorite story was told by Bob Jones fifteen or twenty years ago. The following is Jones’ story to the best of my recollection:
Jones gave a “Thus saith the Lord” prophecy to his local church about something special happening at the next church service. Everyone was asked to be there.
But when the evening arrived, absolutely nothing happened.
Jones went home filled with discouragement and depression. He jumped into bed, pulled the covers over his head, and said, “Lord, I resign from my prophet’s calling.” Then, he fell asleep.
During the night, he had a vision. In it, he was standing in the throne room of God. The heavenly Father and Jesus were seated in front of him, and all of heaven watched the proceedings.
As Jones stood there, he looked down at himself. He was wearing just a diaper and a horrible odor was coming out of the diaper. It was dirty. Warm urine trickled down his legs onto the golden floors.
He thought, oh no! How humiliating! What will everyone think?
The Father leaned over to Jesus. “What’s wrong with our Bob?” He said.
“O Father, he’s messed up something awful!” exclaimed Jesus.”
“We’ll have to increase Bob’s grace policy,” said the Father. Then He added, “Send him back and tell him to prophesy twice as much.”
End of the vision.
Most of us think that when prophetic voices make mistakes that they should sit down, keep quiet, and never prophesy again. And what’s more, we believe the Lord agrees with us.
But in actuality, prophetic voices are called by Jesus. These prophetic voices are called to speak when the Holy Spirit moves on them, not when others deem it appropriate or suitable.
So, if they make mistakes, they must repent and keep on prophesying.
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