Pastor's Blog

I recognized at once what was wrong: I had killed the meeting by putting my hand on the manifestation of the Spirit. I didn’t mean to. Some of the fellows went into excesses. They were getting into the flesh, so I got into the flesh trying to correct the flesh. But the flesh cannot correct the flesh. Flesh is flesh. That’s what killed the meeting.

So I said, “Lord, I am awfully sorry. I did not mean to do it. Is there anything I can do?” And the Lord spoke to my heart very clearly, “On Sunday morning I want you to stand up before the entire student body and make a full confession of what you did on Friday night, and ask the students for their forgiveness.”

I squirmed like a worm and said, “Lord, that’s hard. I’m a teacher, and I’m the senior teacher at that.” Apparently, that made it all the more necessary. I said, “Lord, normally it isn’t the faculty that does the confession, it is the students.” Maybe that is what’s wrong. But this time it was the faculty, and I squirmed and said, “Lord, You will get me to come around, but cannot You let me out?”

There was no out. Sunday morning came. We were passing out communion. My heart started to pound so awfully, it seemed it was going to jump out of my suit, and out of me. I knew that was the signal.