So, there I was on Monday at another worship and prayer thing. Only this time, it was crazy as!
You know how there are a few ‘prayer nutters’ in every church? Normally two or three people who are ‘way out’, who shout during prayer times, have words for strangers, manifest the spirit of God as though they are being continually poked with something surprisingly cold and invite Lollipop men to know the Lord? You know the kind?

Well, I walk into a hall at Salford Uni the other night and its full of people like that. People like me. So I feel right at home. Yay for me! Yay for them too. Just lots of Yayness all round. Its weird to walk into a room full of 500 strangers and feel you know them…
We are all shouting, singing, swaying, laughing, rejoicing, crying… jumping stupidly high…that kind of thing. (NB: I NEVER jump stupidly high unless I am very much wearing the right undergarments of praise:) but I enjoy other people jumping near me…

The worship leader (Laura Hackett who sings incredible spontaneous prophecies) starts singing one of my favourite songs by Kari Jobe – ‘Revelation Song.’
One of the lines speaks of God as being ‘clothed in rainbows’.. such a beautiful image of Him being wrapped up in His promises… I am lost for a while in the gorgeousness of the image.

Then, a guy on stage from the Kansas International House of prayer (check them out) has a word about worship leaders and singers. It was spot on for me. I practically mow people down to get to the front! ( In.. erm..love, obviously. Ahem!) Standing for about 40 minutes, various people come to pray over me. Their prophecies are mind-boggling and humbling and scary and wondrous. One lady only says three words. But she says them many, many times.

I feel healed in my heart of some major insecurities that I have carried for too long. They have just gone. Vanished into thin air. Phew – to the power of 1000!!!
I walk out after that ministry time, just needing to sit and be with God in my car. I feel naked. News flash, I wasn’t. Clearly, walking around starkers on a Manchester night in November would be very wrong – on a lot of levels… But I felt a little at a loss…

It occurred to me that we can sometimes be so ‘at home’ with the voices of the enemy that we are not sure who we are when they are silenced. A little like the fake carpark attendant I wrote about yesterday, we can credit the enemy with too much position and think that because he ACTS like he has status, he really does. Of course this is lies.

One guy spoke over the room that some of us there were going to be ‘famous in hell’ for our victories with God. I don’t crave that. But I do crave being fully known by God and making Him fully known to others. I believe that I have a newfound boldness and confidence in what God is speaking over me to that very end. And to THE very end.

He truly is, clothed in rainbows. And all His promises are true. Oh, and Laura… You really have a spiritual key that unlocks heavy doors. Bless you!