God can still speak to people, and prophecies can still happen. I believe this in theory. In practice? I'm getting tired of flaky Christianity.
Come on, guys. Do you think in Bible times that someone got a "word" in synogogue every Saturday? Or that they needed to share a "verse of the day" in the town square (mark your X if you "like" this. Let's start a REVIVAL here on facescroll!). Really.
Um, I know plenty of people I genuinely like who do this sort of thing, and I guess it's harmless enough. But IMO real relationship and personal revival is a tough, tough thing. It takes a little more than you and a million of your friends and friends' friends to click "like" for the Holy Spirit to sweep you off your feet in some "new and fresh way."
I'm thinking that God is alive and He's powerful, and I really can't speak directly for Him, but based on my understanding of scripture, He *likely* isn't going to tell some lady I've barely met a bunch of stuff to say to me. Sure, it could happen. I guess. Elijah and all.
But if that's God, I have a beef with him. Why, God, are you directing some lady who has never dealt with autism in her whole life to come up to me and declare that YOU told her my children are perfectly NORMAL and they are well in Jesus' Name? (Yes. They are normal. Do I really need to hear that condescending stuff from her? Do I, God? Because we both know she couldn't hack nursery duty, dealing with just TWO of my six children, but she feels empowered to say this anyhoo. Is this a "refining" thing, or should I do the "Get behind me, Satan" thing? I really wanna know.)
Anyway... so God directed her to tell me that.
THEN, a few months later, He directed her to write some detailed instructions as to how I'm going to run my family. We're talking a family schedule, the prayers I need to say, and the claims I need to make (or the magic won't work, I s'pose).
It was very nice of her to write that note for me and present it to me just after I had, with much pain and anguish, revealed to the ladies of the church that one of my sons has been in the mental institution for the tenth time and was quite ill, shockingly ill, our family in turmoil, no help on the horizon. It really hurt my feelings to see her happy-happy-joy-joy face as she presented me with this instruction without one whisper of, "God wants me to help in a practical way with dinner or childcare! Call me!" Or, "I'm so heartbroken for you!" Or... something that would show genuine empathy rather than the ol' giddy smile because she has the "joy of the LORD" or whathaveyou.
And dear God, why did You instruct her to spell my name wrong on the paper?
Is it a "sign" that I should be so, so, sooo done with "church" as an institution? Because I've been getting a lot of those.
I'm free now. I'm free.