My friend, Bette, had given me a series of tapes on the person of the Holy Spirit and how our relationship with Him needs to be enhanced. The narrator pointed out the fact that the Holy Spirit is no more a dove or a fire than Jesus is a lamb or a door. He is not some mist or vapor. The Holy Spirit has two hands and two feet and a count- enance. He not only indwells the believer, He is the para- clete sent to walk beside us and hold us by our hand. We know these truths but it takes a fresh revelation to illuminate them so that they become an integral part of our being.
I determined to have a closer intimacy with the Holy Spirit. I would sing Him songs of adoration and consult with Him about each and every situation that would arise during the day and really try to have Him orchestrate my every step. I was excited to have this renewed revelation. I wanted to go to a higher level and reach a new plateau in the knowledge of God and my relationship with Him and develop that supernatural, Spirit-lead, ever-concious-of- the-presence-of-God stance.
I was looking forward to what the day would bring when the Lord simply stated, "Go call Pastor Hardy".
Pastor and Sister Hardy were the two most precious people that God ever put on this good earth some eighty- plus years ago. They were full of joy and love. They walked in meekness, kindness and humility, crowned with a wonderful sense of humor. On top of all that, they were genuine. They made a dramatic impact on anyone that was blessed to have ever crossed their path. They were like our Grandma and Grandpa in the Lord. We loved them dearly.
"Iīll just have to call them on Sunday", I thought. Much more feasible because on Sunday my long distance rate to Canada is only five cents a minute.
"Go call Pastor Hardy," the Lord interjected. Well, it just doesnīt make sense to call in the middle of the week, so I decided to write them a letter. I acknowledged our love and expressed how greatly they were missed and sealed the envelope.
The Lord again repeated, "Go call Pastor Hardy." Just then a thought came to mind. ī I should include some of my Psalm 40 bookmarks so they could distribute them to some of the folks in their congregation who knew me. I then resealed the envelope.
I still didnít have peace though, so I came up with another idea. "Iíll bless them with an encouraging word of scripture and I also seared out a lovely little poem I knew they would like and resealed the envelope a third time.
"GO CALL PASTOR HARDY."
"Ahhhhh, yes Lord. Right now Iím going to go call Pastor Hardy", I sheepishly replied, now realizing that the Lord WANTED ME TO CALL Pastor Hardy.
I was puzzled that I needed to call today and at the same time agonized that God had to speak to me four times before I complied. I must exasperate God. In the future, I determined to obey at the first request. I mean, I was preaching sermons on obeying the voice of God and the Lord practically had to shout before I responded. If I was going to be resolved to be led of the Spirit, I would need to change this Iím-going-to-do-it-my-way behavior and not be so incredulous no matter how illogical the request seemed. God must have His reasons. I picked up the phone, eager now to find out what they were. "Hello Pastor Hardy, this is Donna." I chirped into the receiver.
"Oh Donna, my dear. How wonderful that you would call. You remembered my birthday. How very sweet. That means so much to me."