I’ve been thinking a lot lately about a conversation I had with God quite a few years ago. He had been laying out for me the three main ways He wanted me to serve for the rest of my life — the first was about the intercession specialty He had given me, the second was about writing for Him, and the third thing He said was just, “Minister to Me.”
I was not sure what He meant. “God, how could I possibly minister to You?”
And He responded with a longing in His tone I will never forget, “By listening to Me.”
Listening to Him, hanging on His every word — not for any other reason than just because it is Him — He longs for us to do that. It is the place of lovers.
It is easy, once we become a little bit accustomed to moving in the revelatory gifts, to think that our prophetic words need to “do” something. We often want a word for the Church, whether the local body or beyond — maybe out of a pure desire to encourage or serve, maybe sometimes out of a human longing for recognition of our prophetic gifts. But what we hear doesn’t have to have a tangible purpose all the time. If it does, we’ve slipped into a performance mentality.
As I think this through, I’m coming to understand that listening to the Lord for His sake alone is a higher place of hearing and seeing. And perhaps if we will come to that loftier plane and stay there for a time, when we do begin to give forth in prophecy to others again, what we say will be of a higher caliber as well. Perhaps we will be less likely to speak the word of the Lord hastily, and what we share will carry a greater spiritual weight.
Think about it: we have the opportunity for a private audience of the most cordial, intimate nature with the One “who humbles himself to look upon the things that are in heaven and in the earth” (Psalm 113:6). To listen to Him, purely for Him, and to know that I am ministering to Him by doing so — that’s a place of wonder. And I want to be there — just because it makes Him happy.