I was listening to a message from Bill Johnson ( Bethel Church ).  Looks like the video’s still out on Youtube.

 

He told a story a little ways into it that I had heard once before but couldn’t remember where it came from.  It was probably 3rd hand I heard it from, but now from Bill it’s 2nd hand.  It was a story of an old friend of his that has passed away, he didn’t give the name.

The story was that the friend was walking through the airport with his wife, when suddenly he stopped and asked the wife to watch their luggage.  Then he started wandering around the crowds in the terminal.  His wife just watched him circle around until he came up to a man and talked to him.  He gave him a hug, chatted, and then moved on.  When he got back, his wife asked him who that was.  He said he didn’t know, it’s just that as he passed him, he smelled an aroma that he’s only ever smelt in the throne room of God.  So he knew this man was a man of prayer.

Wow.

I have trouble articulating why this hits me so much.  Maybe it’s the encouragement of my spirit saying, “Why not you”.  Maybe it’s the thought of someone with the sense to feel the spiritual among the physical like I feel we should.  Maybe the idea that we can come to the throne room to the point where we can smell it.

All I know, is that it works me up.  I want to be this.  I want to walk by someone and feel/see/smell the presence of God upon their life.  I want to be so in tune with Heaven that it can’t sneak past me.

If only I can keep the conviction to continue walking the path.  I try, but I always step away.  It’s so disheartening at times, but also encouraging that our God is so gracious to keep pushing us along.

Let’s draw near to God, practice His presence until that’s all you know.

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