As long as we’re talking about it, I’ve picked up on talk radio show locally here in Omaha that is pro-charismatic in content and is a great source of wild stories and charismatic fodder for those who want it. It’s on 1560AM, between 1-2PM, I think, maybe longer.
Yesterday I heard a guest on the show talk about how he would go into his prayer room (whatever that it) until God’s glory appeared.
Right off the bat, I’m wondering what am I doing wrong? This never happens to me. Sometimes when it’s dark in the room and I’m really concentrating, I feel kind of spinny, like kind of dizzy. Is that what he means? Do the neighbors notice the shekinah descending next door? I would think so.
So after the “glory” arrives, God would tell him to go somewhere and speak some secret codeword, and bang! doors would open for “revival” in that immediate area. Once, he said, God told him to go to Wall Street and speak one of these super-power words. Someone called him from Long Island, which was great, but not Wall Street, so he did it a second time. The next day, NO! within hours someone called him and invited him to speak!
My first question to this is whether or not God had His decoder ring aligned improperly. Why did it take two attempts? Did he mispronounce the code word? My second question is this: Dude, are you making this up as you go along?
The king daddy story was from the first time I tuned in. This British charismatic said that God gave him a dream to go to a house owned by a woman, showed him the street address so he could find it, told him that her son had a problem with wetting the bed, and that their washing machine was broken.
So he goes to the house, and armed with this special knowledge about this woman’s son and her washing machine, gains entry to the house. “Do you know how to fix washing machines?” she asks. He replies”No, but I know how to pray!” Oh the drama! He goes into the washroom and LAYS HANDS ON THE WASHING MACHINE! For the next several days the dream recurs and he goes back and the process repeats itself. Finally the hardened woman asks to be apart of what he has. No gospel, no nothing.
This radio host eats it all up. He has a love fest everyday with all of his tall-tale-telling, hyperbolizing buddies. And all this without one lick of the gospel. Nobody wants forgiveness of sins, they are drawn to them for their demonstrations of the power of the Holy Spirit.
I have two words for all of this:
Simon Magus. Look it up.