He didn’t use an audible voice, and he didn’t send a column of fire. It all came through divine imagination.
As we walked and prayed in our neighborhood, I observed that many people stood in their yards and at their cars on the opposite side of the street. Previously, I’ve kept to the right side of the street on our prayer walks. I imagined myself crossing the street and asking one of them if I could pray for them. I imagined asking, listening, and suggesting that I pray for them right then and there. I imagined the possibility of a rich exchange with eternal benefits. I imagined Jesus revealing himself through our conversation.
Then I asked myself “Why shouldn’t I cross the street and approach the next person I see? What’s the worst that could happen?” At worst, I might get a blunt “No” or maybe an argument. It’s highly unlikely that someone would pick up a rock and try to stone me right then and there for offering to pray.
With that, I crossed, asked, listened, and prayed. A lady was preparing for a car trip out of state. I prayed for safe travel. She thanked me and we walked on.
Perhaps I left her with something to think about on her drive. Perhaps God has already sent someone else to her to continue the conversation that I started (or continued). Perhaps she’s already surrendered control of her life to Jesus, and now she is sharing her good news about Jesus with people that she meets.
The possibilities I imagine are enough to keep me crossing and approaching people. I have to remember that God wants to do much more than I can imagine, if I just ask.