I’ll get a pretty distinct impression that I ought to go talk to somebody, or do some thing, and I’ll debate forever whether or not its actually the Lord. I suppose I’m worried about being seen as a fool—or maybe even being a fool. I don’t want to be one of those loons who gets weird impressions and does really strange stuff and then blames my weird behavior on the Lord.

And the Spirit said to Philip, “Go over and join this chariot.” So Philip ran to him and heard him reading Isaiah the prophet and asked, “Do you understand what you are reading?” –Acts 8:29-30

If this text were written about me, it’d read a bit different. It’d say something like, “The Spirit directed Mike to go over and talk to that guy at the gas station. So Mike drug his feet and kept debating whether or not it was God talking to him or a bad burrito. By the time Mike decided to saunter over there the man was gone and the only creature left was a cat softly bunting against the gas pump.”

I don’t know how many times something like that has actually happened to me. I’ll get a pretty distinct impression that I ought to go talk to somebody, or do some thing, and I’ll debate forever whether or not its actually the Lord. I suppose I’m worried about being seen as a fool—or maybe even being a fool. I don’t want to be one of those loons who gets weird impressions and does really strange stuff and then blames my weird behavior on the Lord. But I can’t get around those words…

“So Philip ran…”

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