Mrs. C knew the Scriptures, and she knew how to listen to the Holy Spirit. It was a powerful combination, but would something get lost in translation as she attempted to minister to someone like me, who came from a different faith tradition?
For months, I felt as though I’d gotten stuck spiritually, up to my hubcaps in mud, and my own best efforts to get some traction had only succeeded in digging me deeper into the quagmire in which I’d landed. A friend suggested I meet with the mild-mannered, gray-haired grandmother who’d been a mentor to her.
My friend told me Mrs. C was Charismatic, and had a prophetic gifting, but assured me she wasn’t anything like those glitzy, emotional, over-the-top characters I’d seen on late-night TV. [read more]