CHAPTER 12


                               GOD'S GIFT






               It is easy  to assume that  if one is  filled with the  Holy
          Spirit, problems  vanish.  In  my experience, it's  the opposite;
          the Spirit filled life produces greater responsibility because of
          a greater awareness.  Those of us raised in a Biblical  structure
          where rules and  regulations were outlined by  church leadership,
          find  the  liberty  of the  Spirit  filled  life on  the  edge of
          Christian recklessness.  The freedom in such a relationship is so
          unrestrictive, while at the same time confining, it is difficult,
          without  faithfulness to God's  Word and accountability  to other
          christians, to maintain spiritual stability.  The reason for this
          isn't because the  Holy Spirit is haphazard.   The cause  is self
          inflicted.   We have lived for so long  by standards, and what we
          thought was true,  that when  the Holy  Spirit illuminates  God's
          true nature, we stagger from the forcefulness of  the revelation.
          I am not  referring to sin but relationship  and commitment.  For
          most of  us, our relationship  with our Heavenly Father  is based
          upon  what  we  do for  Him.    In the  Spirit  filled  life, our
          relationship is based upon what God does for us.
               Shortly  after  being  filled  with  the  Spirit,  Christian
          friends began to ask questions.  One Baptist pastor invited me to
          come and speak in his church for five days  on the topic of being
          filled with the Spirit.  As a  Baptist, that was frowned upon and
          certainly grounds for suspicion.   This attitude is largely do to
          a fear, as Baptists, that the gift  of tongues, which we believed
          to have died out with the last  apostle, was demonic.  After all,
          we reasoned, if it isn't of God; it must be of the devil.  What I
          will share in this chapter is personal and not doctrinal.  I have
          written on the topic of the gift of tongues and will not take the
          liberty of addressing  the subject of the doctrine  in this book.
          I simply  wish to  share how God  led me  to what  the Scriptures
          call, and what Jesus called,  "the baptism of the  Spirit," (Acts
          1:4-5).
               I had  made a  commitment to  seek God  for  answers on  two
          topics:  What does it mean to be filled  with the Holy Spirit and
          how  can I get my  prayers answered.  Somehow I  felt that if one
          could solve these  two Biblical questions, everything  else would
          fall into place.   The Lord revealed  the truth to me  concerning
          the  filling of  the Holy Spirit  in early  August of 1982.   The
          second question,  however, concerning prayer  wasn't answered for
          three more years.
               A year following the infilling  of the Holy Spirit, we moved
          into a home the Lord enabled us to purchase.  My prayer times had
          become celebrations of  praise and worship.  The  presence of the
          Lord was almost tangible at times.   Since I was a Baptist, I did
          not believe in  speaking in tongues so I never  heard any audible
          voices, not even my own, speaking strange tongues as I prayed.  I
          was,  on the  other hand, keenly  aware of  the Holy Spirit  as I
          prayed.
               One day, nearly a  year before moving into  our home, I  was
          praying in the  basement of our rented duplex and as I sensed the
          presence of the  Lord, I felt as  though my head had  been opened
          and things were  being poured in.   In my silent prayer,  I asked
          the  Heavenly Father  what He  and the  Holy Spirit  were talking
          about.   I could  sense they were  communing in  my behalf  but I
          didn't hear  any words pass  between them.   Later I  would learn
          from the Scriptures that this  actually occurs as the Holy Spirit
          prays in  our behalf but  at the time I  was completely unawares.
          When I posed the question in my heart without opening my mouth to
          verbalize the thought, the Heavenly Father placed this thought in
          my thinking.  "I am giving you all that is needed for you to walk
          through the balance of your life.   You are unable, at this time,
          to fully embrace all that I  am placing within you, but the  Holy
          Spirit  will begin to  reveal it to you  a little at  a time."  I
          felt the peace  of God settle upon  me; knowing what He  had just
          said  was true.    I  felt the  exchange  continuing for  several
          minutes.
               Rejoicing in the  experience of being  filled with the  Holy
          Spirit took up the better part of a year;  the greatest intensity
          lasting the first nine months.  About that time we began  working
          on the move into our new home.   It was, therefore, shortly after
          our move  into our home that  I began to realize I  had not heard
          from God  on the answer  to my other question:  "How do I  get my
          prayers answered."   I mentioned this to  my wife and told  her I
          was going to  return to the only method with which I was familiar
          to solve this problem: I was going to pray.  In the fall of 1983,
          I returned to my schedule of  praying thirty minutes each day  to
          obtain the answers I wanted on the subject of how to pray.
               Month after  month past  without any  additional information
          forthcoming from the Holy Spirit.  I  knew without a doubt that I
          had been  filled with  the Holy  Spirit of  God but  I, for  some
          reason, needed to know how to pray.  I singled out  many passages
          of Scripture on the subject of prayer and as I prayed each day, I
          presented these passages before  the Lord and requested the  Holy
          Spirit  teach me  their meaning  and application.   The  longer I
          prayed accordingly, the  more frustrating  it became.   I  simply
          wasn't making any headway.
               During this time  I lost a rather  large account I  had been
          working for  many months  with a  well known independent  Baptist
          evangelist.  After  hearing the bad news, I sat in my living room
          with  tears in my  eyes wondering how  I was going  to support my
          family.   I still had tape work  to do for other  churches but it
          wasn't sufficient.  As I sat considering my situation, I suddenly
          decided to branch out  and expand.  I  immediately began to  work
          toward  obtaining  a bank  loan  so  I  could advertize  my  tape
          duplicating business.
               As the  months rolled  by, I became  very involved  with the
          tapes;  getting more  new customers  each month.   I  was working
          twelve and fourteen hours a day but  I still took time to pray my
          thirty minutes each  day in order to  learn how God wanted  me to
          pray.  I often  slipped a second half hour into  my busy schedule
          because I wanted to learn the truth about answered prayer.
               In May  of 1985, I was in my little two-room office attached
          to the side of my home.  It was after 8:00 o"clock in the evening
          and I  had been praying for  about twenty minutes.   The business
          had been  growing  magnanimously  but  for  some  reason  I  felt
          uncomfortable in my spirit.  I had decided to spend extra time in
          prayer  for a few days to express my concerns and request wisdom.
          As I walked around my little  office praying out loud and  asking
          God for wisdom, He  very clearly spoke to me  in my heart.   Most
          Baptist will not admit to this inner  voice we sometimes here but
          I had  been listening to the voice of  the Holy Spirit for nearly
          three years and was used  to it.  I never spoke to  other Baptist
          about it however.  As I requested  wisdom from the Lord on how to
          handle  my business,  the Lord  said to  me in  that  still small
          voice, "You can have this wisdom  for which you have made request
          but you must  first have a prayer  language."  This made  me very
          uncomfortable because as a Baptist, I did not believe in speaking
          in tongues as a viable gift of  the Holy Spirit for today.  I was
          familiar, however, with the meaning of "prayer language," because
          I had been doing business  with Charismatics for several years as
          I duplicated cassettes and sold them tape  supplies.  I knew that
          a  prayer language  was  the gift  of tongues  which one  used in
          prayer to commune with God.   I state again, I did not believe in
          speaking in tongues.  I knew the  voice of the Lord, however, and
          I did not like what I heard.
               As I remained in prayer out  in my office, the Lord revealed
          two  additional things to  me which,  at the  time, were  both as
          unsettling and mysterious as the first.  The Lord again  spoke to
          me in  that still small inner voice and  said, "I have a treasure
          reserved in Heaven for you."  I had no idea what that referred to
          but since He  used the word "treasure," I assumed  He referred to
          money.  I figured my problems were  over with my business because
          God was going to dump a big  fortune on me for being such a  good
          guy.
               I suppose in some sense, the third thing the Lord said to me
          was  the most  discomforting.    After  perhaps five  minutes  of
          pondering the  first two revelations  and accepting them  as from
          the Lord, I then asked my Heavenly Father what it was  He desired
          of me concerning His will for my life.  He  immediately responded
          by saying in my  spirit and heart, "You will  be an intercessor."
          I understood  the term  but I did  not know,  until a  few months
          later, what an intercessor was and what they did.
               As I concluded my prayer time that  evening, I told the Lord
          I was  greatly concerned that He might be  telling me I needed to
          speak in tongues.  I confessed to the Lord, however, that I would
          begin  to study  the Scriptures again  on this subject  and if He
          could  convince me  that tongues  was for  today, I  would submit
          myself to  it.  I  knew, however, if  I ever spoke  in tongues, I
          would have to leave the Baptist church; something I didn't want.
               On July 8, 1985, I began a three day fast.  I had fasted for
          ten  days once, without food,  and other times  for two and three
          days.   I  knew the  three  days wouldn't  be  too difficult  and
          perhaps  I could  twist God's  arm a  little about  this Heavenly
          treasure He had  reported was  in reserve  for me.   I was  still
          doing well with the business, making more money than  ever, but I
          still felt  something wasn't right.   I wanted to  know what that
          something was and the only way I knew of finding out was to pray.
          I figured, as  long as I was  at it, I would also  inquire of the
          Holy Spirit on the topic of tongues.
               On the first day of my fast, I became somewhat apprehensive.
          My studies of  the Scriptures concerning the gift  of tongues was
          beginning to unfold a number of questions.  I didn't
          like what I was  reading.  I had recalled two  tape customers who
          were  regulars; bringing  preaching tapes  by  almost weekly  for
          copies.   They  were both  women  and both  Charismatics.   Their
          testimonies  were impeccable  and not  only  were they  concerned
          about the gifts of the Holy Spirit, they cared for the lost, too.
          This cut across  the grain of everything  I had been taught  as a
          Baptist.   If  someone  was wrong  in a  major  doctrine such  as
          tongues, surely they  wouldn't be winning people  to Christ, too.
          They were,  though, and that made me  even more uncomfortable.  I
          decided, therefore,  to try  and contact one  of these  two women
          just  to ask  a couple  of harmless  questions about the  gift of
          tongues.   Unfortunately, neither  could be  reached.   The first
          lady had moved and I hadn't seen her in a few months.  The second
          lady  was living in Saudi Arabia  with her husband who worked for
          an American company.
               On the second day  of my fast, a new tape  customer stood in
          my living  room and as he  picked up his tapes and  visited for a
          moment, he  told me  the name  of his  church.   It was  the same
          church the first lady attended.  I  asked the customer if he knew
          her.  This church ran over  two thousand so I figured my  chances
          were slim, to none,  that he would know her  personally.  "Sure,"
          he  said,  "I know  Kathy  quite  well.   She's  teaching in  our
          Christian school," and he  told me how to reach her.   As I spoke
          with her on the telephone  the next afternoon, I told  her what I
          wanted to  know and she  answered a few of  my questions briefly.
          "Phil," she  announced, "I'm not  at all surprised  you're asking
          these questions.  I've been praying for you about this for nearly
          three years now."
               Hanging up, I continued to question the Lord concerning this
          gift of tongues  that I didn't want  to know about as  a Baptist.
          As I  read over  I  Corinthians 14  for the  umpteenth time  that
          afternoon.  I told the Lord that I didn't understand all Paul was
          talking about  in that chapter but I agreed  that as a Baptist, I
          didn't have the  whole truth under  my belt.   I prayed He  would
          reveal the whole truth to me soon.
               The next  morning, the third  and final day of  my fast, the
          other lady living  in Saudi Arabia called  me on the phone.   She
          and her family were in Denver  on business for a couple of  weeks
          and she wanted some tapes duplicated.  I informed her of my quest
          of the gift of tongues and she  answered a few questions over the
          phone and a few  more when she came to drop off the tapes.  "I'll
          be back tonight, to pick up the copies," she said.   "By the way,
          Phil,  I'm not  at all  surprised you're  asking  these questions
          about the Holy Spirit and the gift of tongues," she said proudly.
          "I've been praying about this for you for about three years."
               Wednesday evening  Bonny came for  her tapes.  It  was after
          9:00  P.M. and as  Bonny and my  wife and I talked  in the living
          room, she  asked if she could pray for us.   Sandy was not at all
          interested  in speaking  in tongues  at that  moment and  in fact
          wasn't for many more months.  We stepped into my office and Bonny
          asked if she could lay hands on  me to pray.  Though I felt  very
          nervous about  a Charismatic woman laying hands  on me, I gave my
          consent and prayed I wouldn't start acting like an uncontrollable
          fool  in  the  next  few  minutes.   Though  Bonny  prayed  and I
          requested the gift  of tongues, nothing happened.   A few minutes
          later, she left.
               An hour  later or so  I began walking through  the house and
          checking  windows and doors  before going to  bed.  My  three day
          fast was over and  I didn't know any more than I  had when it had
          begun.  I didn't have a "prayer language," I didn't know what the
          "treasure in Heaven was," and what was an intercessor?  I checked
          my watch  and  at 11:15  P.M.,  I went  to bed  more  spiritually
          frustrated than ever.
               As I  lay  in  bed, I  considered  the past  few  weeks  and
          wondered what all of this was doing in my life.  If the Bible was
          true and if  tongues was a gift  for today, it shouldn't  be that
          difficult.  I lay meditating on the Scriptures for perhaps thirty
          minutes.  Finally, just before  dropping off to sleep, I remember
          thinking of the  prayer Paul prayed for the  ephesians.  He said,
          he  prayed  that their  eyes  would  be  enlightened.   I  recall
          drifting off to sleep with a prayer in my heart that my spiritual
          eyes  would be  enlightened to  God's truth  if tongues  were for
          today.
               A minute or two  after midnight, just fifteen minutes  after
          fallen asleep, I awakened, propped  up on my elbows and breathing
          as though I were just coming off a marathon.  I felt  as though I
          were on fire.  "I'm having a heartache," I said to myself.
               "No you aren't," I heard a voice say firmly.
               I lay  back down on  the bed  once again  and turning  over,
          pulled the covers up around  me.  I tried to figure  out what was
          going on  and told my Heavenly Father how frustrating He could be
          some times.  I fell asleep once again.
               fifteen minutes later I was awake again but this time it was
          due to someone speaking in  the room.  At first I thought  one of
          our kids had come in to crawl into bed with us and as I continued
          to  force myself  awake, I realized  it was  me talking.   What I
          heard  coming  from my  lips  wasn't  anything  I understood;  it
          sounded foreign.  I tried to force  myself awake in order to hear
          it  but by  the time  I had  come  fully awake,  I was  no longer
          speaking.   I had heard  something but  I thought  perhaps I  was
          either talking in my sleep or it was imaginary.
               Climbing from bed,  I went to my living room and knelt at my
          couch and prayed.  "Lord, if that was real, if  it was a gift you
          were giving me, allow it to return."  I prayed, went back to bed,
          got  up and prayed, went  back to bed, and  got up and prayed off
          and on for an hour and a half.  Nothing happened.
               Finally,  sliding under the  blankets once again,  I checked
          the time.   It was 1:30 in the morning.  My spiritual frustration
          was sharp.  I lay on my back in semi-prayer; questioning the Lord
          about all that had been happening to me that day, that night, and
          for the past  three years.  I still felt very much confused about
          the  subject of  tongues, though  I now  believed the  Scriptures
          taught there was some  kind of gift available  today, but I  just
          had  no understanding.   I  recalled  the three  things the  Holy
          Spirit revealed  to me two months earlier out  in my office.  The
          Lord had told me I needed a prayer language if I  wanted the type
          of wisdom  for which  I had  been praying.   Then  why wasn't  it
          happening?
               As I  contemplated, I noticed  music playing far off  in the
          distance.   At first  I ignored  it since  I figured  it was  our
          neighbor's  car radio playing as he  drove into his driveway.  He
          worked  nights and  often came  home about  this time;  his radio
          playing as  he drove in.   After a  moment, I realized  it wasn't
          him.   I  listened to see  if the  sound was  outside or in.   It
          sounded as  though it were  coming from  outside the house  but I
          couldn't  pin point its  location.  I  held my  breath to listen.
          "Was it  inside the house?"  It was  growing louder but still was
          very soft.   They were  musical notes, about  thirty or forty  in
          number, and they  were playing the same tune over and over again.
          Suddenly, I realized they were  not outside the house nor inside.
          They were in me!  The music played  softly deep down inside of my
          spirit and I could hear the notes clearly and  distinctly as they
          played their little tune again and again.  At first it  seemed as
          though I  were singing a  song to  myself but I  wasn't.  It  was
          there, however, and  it was clear.  As I continued to listen, the
          notes grew louder  and stronger.  Yes, the same  notes were being
          played repetitively.  "What was this?"  As  I attempted to listen
          closely, and as  the notes grew  louder, I began to  realize they
          weren't notes, they were words and each note was a syllable.  The
          words became crystal  clear and their  pleasant sounds filled  my
          ears.  It was as though  a sentence was being repeated again  and
          again.    I said,  and  did  nothing, for  several  minutes  as I
          listened to the comforting sounds.   Eventually I decided I could
          say the  words if I  wished but uncertain  as to what  was taking
          place, I remained  silent for some time.   Somehow I knew  what I
          was to do  and opening  my mouth,  I repeated the  words I  heard
          syllable by  syllable.  They  sounded reassuring as I  spoke them
          and as I repeated the sentence a few times, I noticed  the sounds
          in my ears, coming from my spirit, beginning to fade.  Eventually
          the sounds coming from inside  of me disappeared completely and I
          lay quietly in my bed.  I could still hear the words I had spoken
          as though they had been engraved into my vocabulary for ever.  As
          I drifted back to sleep, I  wondered if I could remember them  by
          morning.
               As I  opened my  eyes the following  morning, I  could still
          hear those words in my heart which I had spoken during the night.
          Pulling on my  clothes, I  hurried to my  office and closing  the
          door behind me, I spoke the few syllables I remembered.  I didn't
          seem  able to recall  the entire  sentence but  I did  recall the
          first few words and as I spoke them out loud, they seemed strange
          and foreign to my voice.  All  day I spoke the words occasionally
          to make sure I wouldn't forget.
               During the late afternoon,  still feeling baffled, wondering
          if what I had  was indeed the gift  of tongues, I called a  local
          Christian counseling ministry I had heard often on the radio.  As
          I spoke  with the Christian brother on the phone and explained to
          him what had happened, he agreed that what I  had was the gift of
          tongues.   He suggested we  pray together over the  telephone and
          when  we  were done,  he  would  begin  praying with  his  prayer
          language and he encouraged me to do the same.  Though I agreed, I
          was very uncomfortable and nervous.   When he finished his prayer
          and began to  worship God with his  gift, I followed  his example
          and began to worship the Lord.  We finished our conversation with
          him  offering a  few  words  of advice  and  encouragement and  I
          cradled the phone and walked to my desk.  Setting down,  I opened
          my mouth and  with tears rolling  down my cheeks,  I prayed in  a
          language unfamiliar to me for fifteen minutes without stopping.  
               If it is  possible to be happy and  sad at the same  time, I
          was at that moment.   Something I had been praying  for and about
          for several weeks had finally happened.   Was it real?  What  did
          it mean?   How would it effect my life?  What about church?  What
          about  being a  Baptist?   All these  questions, plus  many more,
          flooded my heart.
               As the next few weeks  unfolded, I became concerned about my
          walk with the Lord and its direction.   I couldn't call my pastor
          and  discuss with  him  what  had happened.    We were  Baptists;
          Baptists didn't believe in speaking in tongues.  If I spoke  with
          any Baptist friends, they would  tell me I had spoken  in tongues
          by the  power of the devil and demand I stop it immediately or be
          kicked  out of  the  church.   I  knew  I  needed some  doctrinal
          guidance but whom could I trust.   I began praying the Lord would
          help me find  some Bible study  group or some  person that  could
          help  me  walk through  the  Scriptures  concerning the  gift  of
          tongues.
               Eventually I contacted  a pastor for whom I  had done tapes.
          He was a  Charismatic pastor of a  group of about fifty  or sixty
          people.   I discovered he was  well trained in the Scriptures and
          because I  could not find  him wrong, or  in error, in  any basic
          Bible doctrine  which I believed as a Baptist, I was convinced he
          was correct in  what he told me  about the gift  of tongues.   We
          spent many hours over the telephone  for the next few weeks as  I
          asked  him many  questions.    He shared  with  me many  cassette
          recordings of men  of God and I  learned a great deal  in a short
          period of time.  I began to desire a group  of people with whom I
          could fellowship.   My pastor friend was  too far away for  me to
          attend  his church  and though  I made  a few  discrete telephone
          calls to large Charismatic churches, they had no Bible studies in
          my  area  of  town.    I  had  heard  so  much  about  how  wrong
          Charismatics were,  I was  afraid to attend  one of  their church
          services.   I still had no  trust for Charismatic  doctrine and I
          only wanted to  perhaps meet in a  home with a small  Bible study
          group  where I  could ask  questions,  or perhaps  with a  single
          person.
               One  day,  after hanging  up  the  phone  from talking  with
          another  large  Charismatic  ministry and  discovering,  "No, I'm
          sorry sir,  we don't  have any  home Bible  study  group in  your
          area," I remember  saying out loud, "Lord, you are  going to have
          to bring them to me.  I don't know where to go from here."  I was
          replacing the telephone  in its cradle as  I prayed out loud.   I
          decided to forget  trying to find a  church or a fellowship  or a
          Bible study group.
               Less  than twenty-four hours  later, I received  a telephone
          call  from someone  wanting  to  order copies  of  tapes from  my
          pastor.   Since  I had  been  handling the  tape duplicating  for
          several years for  my church, the church  secretary just referred
          calls to  me which  had anything  to do  with  the church's  tape
          ministry.  As I wrote the order for the lady on the telephone,  I
          asked for  the mailing  address where the  tapes should  be sent.
          She said,   "Just mail them here to  our church address," and she
          recited it.  The name of the church did not have a Baptist title.
          That was highly unusual and I said  so.  I asked, then, what kind
          of a church it was but the only answer I received was that it was
          a nondenominational  church.  I  asked her  again what kind  of a
          church it  was and received  a similar answer.   Finally, lacking
          recourse, and wanting to know what kind of a church  was ordering
          these tapes, I said,  "What men does your pastor  follow that are
          nationally known?"   She named three men I had never heard of but
          the forth was Bob Mumford.
               Six years earlier, while working as  the assistant pastor in
          Hotchkiss, Colorado, one  of the men in the  community had gotten
          saved through  our church.   His brother,  when he  heard of  his
          salvation, began  sending him  books and  tapes by  Charismatics.
          Though  my newly  saved  friend  wasn't  interested  directly  in
          Charismatic doctrine, and in fact was afraid of it, he had shared
          a tape with me by a man named Bob Mumford.  He asked me to listen
          to  it  and wanted  my  opinion.   Though  I  disagreed with  Bob
          Mumford's teaching  on tongues, I  was really impressed  with his
          teaching and had never forgotten it.  As soon as this lady on the
          other end of the telephone mentioned Bob Mumford, I knew it was a
          Charismatic church.  I mentioned to her I had ben filled with the
          Spirit  and  just  got  my  prayer  language  but  had a  lot  of
          questions.  She said her pastor would be happy to talk with me so
          I said  I'd return the call sometime in  the future; not ready at
          that moment to take the plunge.
               Three days later I called her pastor and talked with him for
          quite  awhile concerning all  that had happened to  me.  The love
          and  friendship  which  came  over  the phone  was  difficult  to
          receive.   It seemed  as though I  had known  this man all  of my
          life.  He invited me to come to their Saturday night monthly mens
          meeting that weekend and though uneasy, I promised I would.
               The mens meeting  was just as I expected.  There was lots of
          singing  and worshipping of the Lord.   Here were men who praised
          and  worshiped God  like  they  really meant  it.   They  weren't
          afraid, or shy, in how they  worshiped God.  They spoke of  souls
          to be  saved and their love for God.   They spoke of faithfulness
          and  consistency in  their walk  with the  Lord.   They spoke  of
          reaching  other men for  Christ and how  they would  go about it.
          Everything  I  had  been  taught  in  the  Baptist  church  about
          Charismatics somehow seemed Malapropos.  These were men who loved
          God.
               The pastor  introduced me and  asked me to speak  for awhile
          about how the Lord had been working in my life.  They laughed and
          cried with me as I spoke  and their love came through with  force
          and  power.  When I finished and  we all began to pray, they laid
          hands  on  me; praying  for  my  physical  sight, and  for  God's
          leading.   They  never once  tried to  encourage me  to leave  my
          church and join theirs.
               Shortly after meeting these new  brothers in the Lord, I sat
          in  my own Baptist church  one morning and  listened to my pastor
          teach  Sunday school.   I  always carried  a small notebook  so I
          could  jot notes.    As I  listened to  the  pastor, I  continued
          meditating on prayer.   I had only  been speaking in tongues  for
          two months.  No one in my  church was aware of what had  happened
          in my  life and as I  sat and listened to the  pastor, I wondered
          what  people around  me  would  think if  they  knew I  spoke  in
          tongues.   Suddenly it seemed as though  God had something to say
          to me.   Pulling my little  notebook from my  pocket, I began  to
          take notes.   I wrote during Sunday School and I wrote during the
          morning service.  I couldn't wait to get home to continue writing
          notes.  As soon as we got home, I went to my  office and began to
          write.  I spent hours that day writing down everything I felt the
          Lord  was showing  me  about prayer  and how  to  get my  prayers
          answered.  The Lord gave me seven sermons that day on the subject
          of prayer and  from that moment on, I began to receive answers to
          my prayers as never before.
               Since our new Charismatic friends were holding services in a
          rented church building, they had to meet Sunday afternoons.  This
          made it possible for my family and I to attend our own church and
          theirs as well  without being detected.   It was  time to make  a
          decision.  It had been six months since I had been given the gift
          of tongues.  I had gotten more answers to my prayers during those
          six months  than I  had since  I had been  born again.   God  had
          revealed to me  what an intercessor was  and how I was  to employ
          that calling upon my life.  He had revealed to me how to pray and
          how to get my prayers answered.   I now had to decide whether  to
          stay in  the Baptist church  and keep what  had happened to  me a
          secret, or leave and follow God's leading.
               In January of 1986, my wife and I took our family out of the
          Baptist church and joined  with our Charismatic friends in  their
          fellowship.   Though life  never became  a bed  of roses,  I felt
          God's leading in a way I had never known possible.  My calling as
          an  intercessor was  confirmed in  a very  unusual way,  the Lord
          continued  to reveal  truth  to  me concerning  how  to pray  for
          answers,  and the  Scriptures opened  to  me like  a newly  found
          treasure of wealth.  Eventually  my wife and children were filled
          with the Spirit and given the gift of tongues.
               Opening the door  one afternoon, Brother  Jere Todd came  in
          and said he had come to visit.  "Have a seat," I said cheerfully,
          though  none was in  my heart.   "What you wanna  visit about?" I
          asked.
               "Well," Jere said, clearing his throat, "I know a man who is
          very discouraged right now."
               "Oh, really," I said nervously, "and who might that be?"
               "You," he said with conviction.
               "Well," I agreed, "you got that right."
               "I'm sorry the church didn't call you  to be the next pastor
          Phil.   I wish  there was  something I  could do  about that.   I
          haven't been  saved very long, of course, so  I have no say-so in
          the church affairs.  I do know  this, however.  God has something
          very special for  you in life.   He's called you to  the ministry
          and though this church won't allow you to be their pastor because
          of your  blindness, God will  make a way somehow,  somewhere, for
          you."
               "That sounds pretty good Jere but  right now I don't see  or
          feel it  in my heart."   Tears burned  my eyes as  I recalled the
          emotions when I  faced the unyielding unbending  pulpit committee
          alone.
               "I know you don't right now Phil,"  I heard Jere say, "but I
          feel it  in my  heart  and I  believe  it.   I  want to  try  and
          encourage you, though, with  this little message.  I know God has
          something planned for you."
               We  talked further  but my  heart wasn't  pumping blood.   I
          couldn't see God  working in my  life at that  moment at all.   I
          heard my brother's words  and hoped they were true  but somehow I
          felt  terribly alone in my life.  I  had just been rejected by my
          own friends.   I  couldn't see  my way  clear to  God's will  any
          longer.   The road  at come  to an  end.   As Jere  and I  prayed
          together that afternoon and he left my house, neither  of us knew
          in a  few short  years, we  both would  be filled  with the  Holy
          Spirit,  speaking   with  tongues,   and  pastoring   Charismatic
          churches.


                          End Of Liquid Purple

                             LIQUID PURPLE

                                   BY

                              PHIL SCOVELL




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