Dr. Lynn Hiles was in Washington, NC this weekend teaching at The Cave on Friday and Saturday evenings and doing a question and answer session on Saturday morning at the weekly pancake and sausage breakfast.
Jay Jones, who heads up the ministry at The Cave had given me a book by Lynn entitled, “The Revelation of Jesus Christ.” It is perhaps one of the most important books I have ever read. I had the pleasure of hearing Lynn minister in Wallace, NC a few weeks ago, and was greatly looking forward to traveling to Washington to hear Lynn and perhaps spend some time getting to know him.
On Thursday of last week, the Lord very clearly impressed upon me that I was not to go to Washington to hear Lynn. Interestingly, I found myself not wanting to go to Washington, after so looking forward to going. As I have matured and become more intimate with the Lord, I have reached a place in my life where I can usually trust my emotions as being one way the Lord leads me.
In addition to the Lord’s leading that I shouldn’t go, I was exhausted from a painting job I have been doing for about three weeks. I continue to paint as the Lord provides jobs, which provides income that enables me to keep ministering. While I do receive some donations, most of the ministry expense I finance myself.
So, I texted Jay to let him know I wouldn’t be coming to Washington to hear Lynn.
Some unexpected events have taken place this weekend that I needed to be home for, but I was still somewhat questioning if I had heard the Lord right in not going to Washington.
Last night I was awakened after about four hours of sleep, which is common for me. Having done physical labor for many years and continuing to do physical labor part time, I usually wake up hurting and often move from the bed to my recliner in the living room. Sometimes I can go back to sleep in the recliner, but often I toss and turn, sometimes dosing off but not getting into a deep sleep. Last night was one of those nights.
At one point, I woke up, opened my eyes and there standing in front of me in my living room was Jesus. He was very tall, perhaps ten feet tall or more, so the eight-foot ceiling in my living room had disappeared. His body was enveloped in a transparent but very white light. His arms were by his sides with his hands a little away from His sides and His palms turned toward me.
He didn’t say anything and neither did I. I simply closed my eyes and immediately knew He was there to assure me that I am on the right track, hearing correctly from Him, making the right decisions, and teaching revealed knowledge that He is imparting to me.
Sometimes when the visions we have been given tarry, it becomes easy for doubt to creep in and cause us to question if we are in fact hearing correctly and proceeding according to God’s plan.
Sometimes we have good ideas that are not God ideas, so it is very important that we use discernment to know the difference. And I should point out that the discernment we need is not of intellectual origin but must come to us spiritually.
I should also point out that I know Lynn was supposed to be in Washington and that his ministry there was God ordained and much needed. I just wasn’t supposed to be there, as much as I would have liked to have been there.
We are at a very critical time in history, when what we believe and how we take action are of greater importance than perhaps ever before.
In my experience, God has and continues to be so good to reveal Himself, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit to me at just the right times and in just the right ways to keep me on track. I am so glad He does that, as I realize more and more that this life I am living, this walk I am walking, depends entirely on Him and that I am entirely dependent on Him to do the work in me that needs to be done, enabling Him to remain in me as I remain in Him.
Surely, we were born for such a time as this.
Lanny Swaim
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