My treasure hunt

Once I’ve heard that we would do a treasure hunt, I got a little scared. I’ve been in ministry for many years and speaking is not a problem, but coming up to a total stranger is out of my comfort zone. It is scary to do that even if you had heard an audible voice of God, so listening to Holy Spirit was little nerve wrecking. What if it is my imagination? What if it is just my memories? What if it is the movie that I’ve watched? Those are the questions that kept tormenting me during the process.

     Even though the process wasn’t very comforting I decided to yield to Holy Spirit. I remember closing my eyes and asking Holy Spirit to speak to me. All I could hear were the words “Life Everlasting, life everlasting”, and that kept me wondering. Then I began to see something interesting. I saw what looked like a girl standing on the docks, leaning her head against the pole. She looked like she was in distress. As I wondered about the vision I began to hum the words “ what can wash away my sins? Nothing but the blood of Jesus!”

     I began to think that there is someone in need of Jesus or in need of some kind of encouragement. I wasn’t scared anymore, when Carlos and I left the prayer room I felt unstoppable. After all God showed me what I needed to do, or at least I thought that it was that specific thing that I need to do for God. I realized that the fear that I had was long gone and the excitement took its place. I was looking forward to meet the girl and tell her about Jesus.

      When we got to Riverfront Park we headed straight to the dock. Full of enthusiasm I looked at the dock and “NO WAY”!!!!! The dock was empty! There was no one there!!! This is where I should feel stupid, but for some reason I felt that great joy. I wanted to find that person, so we began to walk around, looking for that poor unfortunate soul.

     We couldn’t find matching that description, but as we looked around we found a man sitting next to a light pole not too far away from the docks. I kept looking his direction, and then I hear Carlos say, “Want to pray for that guy?” Oh yeah! Yes I do! To my surprise I wasn’t scared at all, I was eager to pray. What happened to my old self? I usually don’t bother people in the park!

     When we got closer to the guy, I asked him if I could ask him a question. His reply was “It depends on the question” and he went back to texting. I asked him if we could pray for him, his reply was simple “I don’t need prayer”. Then he points towards union mission and tells us to go and pray for people over there. I asked again, and His answer was “No”. Now this is typically where I begin to feel very stupid and embarrassed. That is the exact reason why I don’t usually practice these kinds of things, but something was different this time. As I was being rejected I felt being filled with joy. I didn’t mind being rejected because I actually listened to Holy Spirit and did what He wanted me to do, even if it meant being rejected.

     I was fascinated by this experience; it did something great to me. As we were walking away we began to pray out loud for that man. We began to ask God to soften that mans heart, and to draw him to Himself. Maybe we needed to go where that man pointed us towards, I don’t know. All I know is that I’m learning to hear His voice clearer and there will come a time when I will. My experience was great and I will do this again in a heartbeat.