When God made Adam, the two of them did not have to take the time to get to know each other. Adam had been aware of every pat of that Hand that put him together. God knew Adam in more detail than Adam knew he had. They started out as soul brothers, best friends forever, inseparable. It was only when Adam sinned that he became afraid of God. That’s the purpose of sin—to separate us from God. We don’t run to someone we fear. What was Adam’s sin? He disobeyed. Then he blamed his action on Eve. Two sins in a row sent him running for cover in the bushes, hiding from God.
In the natural life, we are born as such weak babies that we can’t even lift our head by ourselves. But we grow, slowly it seems to us, as we want to be so independent. “Mine,” is one of the first words we learn. “I’ll do it myself,” is one of our first sentences, and our parents are proud when such vocalization takes place. After all, we raise our children to be independent, able to take care of themselves, individuals with a sense of self-worth. But the child of God takes it a step further.
In my earliest days of producing and airing radio programs, I sent a letter to the local stations asking if they would play my stories on their station. I prayed earnestly that someone would show interest. Only one station responded with a hearty yes. They wanted me to come into the studio and sign the contract. I saw their equipment, their vast studios, and I boldly asked if I could record my stories in one of them. Not only did they say yes, they also offered to teach me how to use all the equipment and record my shows. Did you know an audience can hear you smile over the radio waves? Or frown?
When they thought I was ready for them to turn their equipment over to my use, they asked for an acronym so they could print it on their schedules. I said I had just been listening to the song “Rider In The Sky”, why not “Writer In The Sky”? The man wrote down W.I.T.S. I started laughing almost uncontrollably. My authority figures told me I wasn’t smart enough to be a writer, and here was my first writing job giving me the shortened name of WITS. Only God can orchestrate that kind of affirmation.
We are the ones God has chosen to work with, His companions, His friends, His children, His lovers, and the only ones who are jealous of our lofty position are the demons in hell. People aren’t jealous. They find us to be dangerously daffy. But the demons? When we hear from God, when He gives us a mandate for what He would like done next, we can almost be assured of a hellish attack on our lives. Here’s where our will comes into play. When we choose to focus on our Lord, on His heart’s desire, on our relationship with Him, and refuse to pay attention to the devil’s distractions, we bring joy to our Lord, and He gives us His joy. Joy is our special, spiritual state of victory. Operating in joy let’s everyone know, including God, that our trust is in Him, and we are not backing off!
True surrender to God deepens with every attack from the devil that we overcome. Finally, we will have starved old Lucifer to death. That’s the best way to deal with the devil, just starve him to death. Don’t do what he says to do. And believe me, when the Lord has given a mandate, everybody and his aunt and uncle will have an opinion about the path we have chosen to take. You see, who we are depends not on our wits. Who we are is known by the name: “More Than Conquerors,” and it does not depend on us to make our conquering come alive. God Almighty orchestrates, instructs, leads the way, and has our back. By the time my radio career ended, I had over 100 stations playing my stories and millions of listeners. But all I ever did was trust God, and I showed up on time. I’m not even sure I can take credit for that. The Lord wakes me up every morning and hustles me to where I’m supposed to go. I’m never late. That’s the thing that always surprises me!
The step the children of God take, instead of independence, is total dependence. Whatever it is we’re doing, whatever it is we’re saying, or being, or meaning, well, it’s no longer “Mine!” It’s “Jesus!” That most powerful name belongs to us, and we use it like a power tool. It’s no longer, “I do it myself!” It’s “What’s next, Lord?”