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Angel Voices and An Argument With God
These are musings about my faith~~
Please note: This is my corner where I talk about my faith and things related. If you're not a person of faith, and if this type of thing offends you, time to click to another web page. I'm pretty much a straight talker.
These are some of my faith-stories I'm writing down as seen through the eyes of someone who loves Jesus Christ. I love Him with all my heart, soul, mind and body.
I fail Him every day, but I still endeavor to see everything with His eyes and His heart.
Thank God – even though I was the driver of our 15 passenger church van, we arrived safely in Grand Rapids at the Van Alden arena complex to attend a weekend Beth Moore Conference. We stayed in the The (attached to arena) Amway Grand Hotel – and I shared a room with a wonderful roommate – Marilyn.
We schlepped what felt like a mile or two through an indoor tunnel/walkway system attached to the hotel – and finally arrived. Finding a seat with other members of our church – I began to realize, my attitude was one of caution, suspicion and concern. I put on a good face though – but I said to Marilyn, “Ahh…I’m going to check out if this ‘rock star’ stuff continues into Beth Moore’s speaking and teaching.
While we made the walk through the tunnels/indoor walkways, we were with a huge group of other women who were also there to attend the conference. I found the atmosphere to be a little of that star-struck kind of thing and I was concerned.
I’ve worked a number of years for a Christian musical artist
and I’ve witnessed first hand Christians acting inappropriate with regard to
the celebrity I work for -- Michael English.
Now – I’m not sitting here in my lofty tower looking down on all the “peons” who do this. As Beth Moore said, “You can’t out-sin me.” I echo that sentiment. There is no way anyone can out sin me. For every sin anyone has, I’m sure, I have at least one or more to match and several more that are worse. So I’m not being obnoxious. It’s just this particular problem – being star-struck/idol worship is not something I struggle with. But I can sense it and recognize it very quickly when I witness it. I felt it going on in the electric atmosphere of the arena and I thought – “If Beth Moore soaks this in – I’m going to be disengaged. I’ll just pull out my Kindle and my earbuds and listen to a book…”
Then her musical Praise and Worship team took the stage. I can’t remember how many songs in – but soon, they played, “Mighty to Save.” This video isn’t an actual video of what I heard that night – but it’s “Hillsong United” and it’s a nice rendition of the song.
When it came to the chorus – something happened in that place. The Praise and worship team, with a full contemporary band, drums, bass guitar, lead guitar, keyboards – reached a crescendo and brought us through the chorus a few times. Then they came once again to the chorus and stopped playing while 7300 women in Grand Rapids, Michigan sang.
I was transported to the heavens. Was I hearing angel voices? I have never been anywhere, ever, where that many people sang anything – in PERFECT PITCH. On this video link I provided, they pause as well and allow the crowd to sing – and they’re in good pitch – but no offense to that crowd, they can’t possibly hold a candle to what I’m describing here.
We are talking about 7300 women – singing soprano and harmonizing in such a way that made sounds only angels could make! I can honestly say I have never heard something so beautiful. It was - as I wrote on Facebook – a goose-bump producing, tearful experience.
After they played several Praise and worship songs – Beth Moore took the stage and within moments – she prayed for the weekend. She STARTED OUT by praying to God and making it clear – the weekend wasn’t about her, it wasn’t about the Praise and worship team it wasn’t about anyone. It was all about the one true living God. She nipped the idol worship in the bud.
And from that moment on – a powerful weekend was launched and my attitude made a 180 degree turn around.
As Marilyn and I took our seats on the end of the isle of this one section for the next day's sesson, with the stage to our right front, I was ready to soak the event in.
We were in one of the top sections, the tunnel to get to our seats to my left, the stairs to go upwards towards more seats, also to my left.
The Praise music began and I got into what I call “the zone” with God. I was just worshiping and singing along and I was “feeling” it to my bones.
Then a clear, concise thought came to my mind, above the
rest of the things I was thinking. Above the music and the voices around me. It
wasn’t an audible voice, but it was so clear, it felt like it was.
“Ask her if she needs prayer.”
I recognize the voice, now a fairly seasoned Bible-believing servant of Christ. It’s the “still small voice” that the Bible speaks about. It’s the Great I AM – so I opened my eyes.
In my peripheral vision I could tell there was a young woman, below me – her head visible just above the railing that went up the wall on the other side of the stairs that went up to the seats above me. She was a young woman, with long dark hair. She was one of the ushers for the event dressed in black pants, a black vest and a white long sleeved shirt. She had her appropriate ID pinned to her right vest pocket. I knew I was to ask that girl if she needed prayer.
This is when I started to argue with God. I’m stupid that way. I know it’s God, but I’ll still argue. “Lord, I’m a stranger, she’ll consider me being nosy.”
So I just went back to singing.
“Ask her if she needs prayer.”
“But Lord…” I came up with more excuses and when the music ended and I took my seat and again, “Ask her if she needs prayer” came again clearly to my mind.
I almost started to argue one more time, but I said out loud, “OK Lord, I’ll do it.” Marilyn asked me, “What?” I told her I’d tell her when I got back. I put my Bible down and my notebook and I walked down a few steps to turn to my left and go around into the tunnel. She was close to where I turned so I just had to say, “While I was there singing, it was very strong on my heart to pray for you. And that’s what I was doing almost the entire time I sang. Do you need prayer?”
It was as if I had turned into a ghost. Well…it was in a way…because it wasn’t really me doing this, it was the HOLY Ghost through me – and she said with awe in her voice, “Yes, yes I do…” Then she began to cry – she stepped back as if to walk away and I took a step forward to say, “I won’t ask you what it is, I won’t pry, but I wanted you to know I’ll pray for you.” She seemed about the age of my daughter. It was natural for me to reach out and touch her pretty long hair as I said, “I’ll pray, my name is Carol, what is yours?” She told me through her tears Melissa and then she just threw her arms around me as I reached for her. It was as if she was one of my daughter’s friends and I was comforting her. She pulled back and said a mere inch or two from my face, “Dude…it’s so weird!”
I laughed, hugged her again and said, “No Honey, it’s God!”
She asked me to call her and gave me her phone number – and I’m going to call her.
There had been several people in that tunnel. There were at least 75 or 100 women around me in stadium seats. All with their own needs and wants. Yet I knew I was to ask her that question. We had a God-connection and that young woman felt it in that stadium. She had no idea what it was, it was “weird” to her – but she knew, God was in the House. And I can tell you, God was definitely in that House!
Beth Moore had many come to the “alter” as it were, during the break we had that day. Women stood in line to meet with what were called counselors. They felt it too.
There were 7300 women in that arena. In an economically depressed state such as Michigan, the turnout was remarkable. It was a weekend of angel voices, great music and teaching by Beth Moore and her crew. I’m energized and will take the memory with me of how God moved here in Grand Rapids, Michigan -- for a long, long time.