Art. Prophetic art no less. This session I thought would be of minimal usage as far as reaching people I didn’t even know. I use prophetic art all the time, but it usually consists of a stick man with an arrow pointing to the part of the body that needs prayer or to help me find that person. It could be a picture of a bird that might be on their shirt. It had never even entered my mind to make some art to give to a person as a way for them to have an encounter with God. But that’s what we did.
We used a blank paper and some colored pencils and let Holy Spirit direct us to draw a picture first for ourselves and then another picture we were to give to someone in the community. I want you to know that my “art” sucks. Anyway, how was I going to find this person to give them this art anyway? There’s no way this was going to work.
My work of art consisted of some bars and the word “Jail” and a bunch of $$$$$$$$$$$ in the jail cell. I was a picture of someone’s financial difficulties. On the back of the “art” I wrote that God was their provider and that He owned the earth and all the gold. He would take care of the person that trusts and seeks Him. I went out that day with my sister Terry and her husband Roger. Terry drew a picture of a multi-colored heart. It was supposed to be the heart of the person with the blood of Jesus touching it and some other symbolism. Roger’s art was so ugly that our new friend Andrew said there was no way he could give it to anyone. He told him it kind of looked like two stick men with boobs. The boobs were really little hearts, the heart of Father God to the heart of the person that was to receive the “art”.
Off we went for dinner. Terry wanted soup for dinner and Roger was determined to find a place that served good soup, not something out of a can. We drove around looking for a place that might serve good soup and finally decided to travel to the local casino. They had a restaurant and we thought we might find someone there to give our “art” to. We left the GPS unit in the room, missed the exit off of the freeway and ended up in the town of Red Bluff, about 15 miles south. Time was getting short so we found a nice little restaurant downtown to get some soup. After being seated, Roger felt that our waitress was the person God wanted to bless and that I was to give her my jail art.
After ordering our food, I asked her if my $$$ in jail art meant anything to her. Right in front of us, she started to cry. We offered to pray for her when she had a little time between customers. We believed that all three pieces of our art was for this young woman. She came back for prayer and we explained what we believed our art meant. We were in the middle of a Holy Spirit led encounter. The love of God had led us to a strange town to bless this one person that He loves. We left her a huge tip, gave her our inspired art, directions to some churches in Redding and left for the evening session at the conference.
PS The soup was excellent!
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