And they will be like warriors trampling the mud of the streets in battle. They will fight, for the Lord will be with them, and will defeat the enemy cavalry. (Zechariah 10:5)
Two dozen pastors stepped out of the retreat center and into the California redwood trees. Their faces were aglow with the Holy Spirit.
“Um, excuse me.” A quiet man approached me. “I’m sorry I didn’t speak up before, but I have something from the Lord. He says you are going to be a wild man for him.” He shrugged, then eased away.
I immediately knew in my heart what this was about. As a new pastor, I wore the right clothes and preached safe doctrine. My Christianity had become trendy and politically correct. Yech. I was everything Jesus was not. I needed less people pleasing and more moving in the Spirit, less religion and more faith.
The wild man message broke the chains holding me from what God desired. I tore off my necktie and said, “Here am I Lord, send me.”
Before I got to the period of that sentence I found myself in Nigeria, bent over a four-year-old girl, and praying against deafness. I went to Eastern Europe and gave the gospel to a communist university coed. I wept through the night for the wayward spouse of a friend, and danced in worship with Ivorians. I anointed Hindu Indians with oil and saw captives freed from demons.
I was never trained for these things, but love demanded them, so I blundered forward, and the Holy Spirit did the work. Healing, deliverance, and salvation are awesome miracles to behold.
I have tasted the blood of combat, and come alive in the battle. Jesus called me wild man, and because the LORD is with me, I will defeat the enemy cavalry.
Prayer: Rider of the white horse, lead me into the battle of love.