While sitting in the sound booth of our church, I felt him. Holy Spirit was very present; all that could come out of my mouth were words that no one could really understand. I wasn’t sure what was happening but all I knew was God was there. My cousin was sitting next to me and he was more or less clueless as to what was going on with me. He was in charge of the lights while I operated the sound and stage from my laptop and radio. I wanted to tell him what I was experiencing but my words may have been a little bit hard to understand. My mind was an amalgam of thoughts, emotions and ideas. This Easter play I had written was probably the worst play that I had ever put together. The action wasn’t right, the cast was too small and the music wasn’t my favorite.
I should have taken it as a sign when the enemy tried with much fervor to ensure that this play didn’t happen. On more than twenty-five occasions it entered my mind to call this thing off. Nevertheless, we persisted and eventually wrapped up rehearsals on the actual day of the play, Easter Sunday. Months earlier God showed me that this play would be instrumental in reaping a great occurrence, triggering something powerful. Still, there was enough to bring doubt in my mind.
As I sat in that booth and witnessed line after line and scene after scene, I realized that something was different about the atmosphere. I had a sure sensation of victory. I felt as if we had just fought a great battle and won. It brought to life the scripture where it says, the victory is mine and the battle is the Lord’s. I hadn’t even made the altar call yet and Holy Spirit was giving me this utterly sensational vibe of victory. As the lights grew dim and the final scene came to the climatic conclusion I ascended the stage to the microphone. With certain confidence within me I knew that this was the moment of truth, I made the call. ‘Anyone wants to accept Jesus, lift yuh hands’
After what seemed like an eternity of calling…no one came except a little boy who was looking to have some fun and a young man who just happens to ‘get saved’ every time I have a play but always complains how his father wouldn’t let him come to church. Is this it?
This couldn’t be the magic moment…but it was.
As we concluded the service I felt a bit stupid because everything looked like a lost battle. I still wasn’t satisfied with the play and no souls were saved. I felt stupid because I still had that feeling of victory, like I just won a gold medal at the Olympics. I’m looking for the victory, I couldn’t see it but the feeling was there. People run for miles and swim until breathless to stand on a podium while grasping a medal, just to feel this feeling and here I am, no podium, no medals, no cheering crowds and I’m feeling as if I just won the greatest race ever.
Where is the victory LORD?
I can’t see it. Do you have to see it to believe it?
Do you have to hold it to own it?
If you have to see it, then I guess salvation is not for you and faith is not your thing. God said that he would give us houses we did not build this should include victories that we did not have to fight for , after all the battle belongs to the LORD.
In understanding this, I did not have to see to believe and to obtain but I began to see. I see that there is so much activity going on that I can’t see and it is in this place my victory is attained. Even though a hundred souls did not flock to the altar on Sunday night, I believe the vision I saw came to pass. I saw a multitude coming to the altar. What I saw was in the sprit and because of all things that has happened with us over the last few weeks (VIGIL…that’s another blog) my spirit within me is now sensitive to the Sprit of God and the things of the Spirit. So many times we have the victory and discard it because we are too daft to see it. I have the victory, I can’t see it but I see it.
