Romans 5: A Prophet’s Responsibility

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Somehow, I had never seen it…quite that way…
Somehow, the scales fell from my eyes, as Ananias laid hands on me and said, “Brother Saul…”
I had been groping in darkness for quite some time as evening and morning appeared the same to me, and I stumbled down the dirty, clay-laden road to Damascus…
Ow was it Carolina…?
I couldn’t tell…
Usually those indicators that are so helpful for telling where you are weren’t so helpful…
I was rudely refusing to see what was written, given my vision had been impaired from years of 
But while in the shower, a flood of revelation cascaded into my spirit, and Father would not shut up…
And even though I am 37 years old, the revelation still comes after 8:30 at night and I am still waxing Theo-illogical as the day begins with the first fruits of the first fruits…EVENING before morning, the first day. For that has been the rhythm of my life the last 20 years or so, since David began praying, and things began happening, and I began to figure out how to fight.
And I am glad He doesn’t shut up.  He loves talking to me late at night, and I am always eager to hear what He has to say. 
The moment was on Facebook, and the post came from rap artist Lecrae, who said:
“My momma grew up in tough, unfair, unjust circumstances like her parents before her. She struggled. She was treated like a second class citizen in her own country. She never quit. She kept going and pushed me. Most of my closest childhood friends have seen prison life. We survived physical & sexual abuse, survived the war on drugs taking our fathers, and I should have lost my mind or life many times. Still I rose up. I read, I worked, I scrapped, I fought. I went to college. I graduated. I built a business. I relied on God. I invested in others. None of it perfectly. I’ve poured my heart out and been shunned and reduced to whatever online gossip chooses to call me at any moment. I’ve seen too much, we’ve seen too much and fought too hard to give up.”
Well-versed in writing and composing, his thoughts are part of the foreground to what is happening in the backdrop. As usual, racial relations have their own rhythm in this country.
And then the punchline came:
“Endurance builds character, character hope, and hope doesn’t fail. ”
It took me the usual half-second flat to identify the address.  He pulled from Romans 5, around verse 5. 
Actually, now that I am turned there this early, I see that it is 5:4.

No, I am not going to pull context, because that would be the entertainment of too many religious spirits and familiar hermeneutical principles that, taken in the wrong spirit, lead to religion.
This turn of phrase is a little bit different.
Consider the following.  Hope does not fail.  In the King James it saith that “hope maketh not ashamed. In another translation “does not disappoint”.  Disappointment, especially repeated disappointment, can lead to failure, which is a breeding ground for the enemy to bring us to shame.
And the opposite of shame is not honor, but dignity.
Concerning hope, I have always repeatedly preached that hope is the fuel in a Prophet’s gas tank.  Hope is the fuel of the prophetic.  Whether a comfort, a reproof, an exhortation, an edification (which includes correction, I will get to that later), a warning, or a consolation, every single prophecy uttered is meant to have some dynamic of hope that shows up somewhere. 
Now, why does edification include correction?  Very simple illustration. If I build a building–an edifice, in English fallen into disuse–and at some point I don’t build with an aligned foundation, that misalignment is going to show throughout the misaligned building, and the only way to move forward correctly is to admit something is wrong with my structure, take down every single piece to the bad part of the foundation, and correct the foundation.
If a prophet does not speak up, or speaks up but is not listened to, when an issue needs to be corrected, then misalignment is the result.
The only way forward in this is to speak correction, for the audience to receive the correction, and to move forward with it.  And as uncomfortable as that makes an audience, the alternative is a major deviation that can lead to destruction.
Sometimes, to edify someone means you are offering correction, because you want to build them up rightly.
This is why hope is so critical in the operation of the prophetic. And this is why Prophets must, Must, MUST!, engage in being more than a critic or an analyst. They must get involved in the work of building and rebuilding.  If the church does not see Prophets helping out, and being the first ones to speak hope mixed in with their correction of courses (pun intended), and then engaged in the process of rebuilding once the error has been fixed, then the church will ultimately become disenfranchised.
Hope does not bring us to shame, but rather breeds dignity.

One thought on “Romans 5: A Prophet’s Responsibility

  1. ‘Misaligned foundation’… that was an ouch to truth!
    Right now I am thinking of the architect who designed my beautiful home. He also designed another home for someone we shall call Sam who was a builder by trade. It was to be of striking cubes and curves, simple, yet making a superb statement, as ordered… an awesome design.
    Well, this Sam started off and, though he considered he was a master builder, he marked off the secomd line in the foundations just the teeniest, tiniest bit off the square! By the time he had it marked out, without double-triple-checking, as you should, even the lap-pool that ran full length of the house was an inch out! But in spite of the architect’s specifically pointed nudge-nudge and pertinent hints, our Sam-I-Am continued on regardless. After all, he was the builder, and builders know how to build!
    When it came to the bespoke curved glass doors it all went haywire! You just couldn’t bend them to fit!
    Our Sam’s ears were pridefully closed to the truth of correction that was given, so how could he move forward in line with the original design? The foundations could have been as perfect as the Architect’s clear plans! Of course we heard of his mutterings as he blamed the architect down at the pub! And Sam had, from the start refused to allow the fathering of the architect to intrude on his Sam-I-Am dreams! That hope for a prize-winning home sagged into the mess of his own creation.
    David, I see how you have painted that picture of Hope… the love of Yahweh, our Architect, who allows for corrections if we miss the mark! If we want to start over, that is…
    ‘Hope does not bring us to shame, but rather breeds dignity.’
    Well written, friend!

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