Since I haven't taken my ministry to the church the church came to me. I've been quite content with our small circle in the ministry. Twelve to twenty people pulling on me spiritually has been enough for me. However it apparently not enough for my Abba. One woman came and decided to have her pastor come to hear me teach. I was nervous and very apprehensive. The last thing I wanted was to have another person of God challenging me. The day the pastor said he would come I was praying and preparing when I heard the Lord say, "I'm opening doors for you". I knew he was letting me know why the pastor was coming. I must say that little information did nothing for my fear-unless you count enhancement. So with sweating hands and trembling voice I started teaching that night. After losing my train of thought and stumbling over my words a couple of times I decided not to let some big shot looking preacher intimidate me.
I gave complete control to the Holy Spirit. Just because I'm not some big hat wearing. smug acting hypocrite didn't make me unworthy. I teach because I was called by God to teach. I shouldn't let any man wrapped in flesh stop me. I let go. and Abba blessed it. My people were coming to me and saying, "You were on fire tonight, Carly." The pastor said , "You had me wanting to get up and rejoice. He gave me many compliments and asked if I would come to their Day of Atonement celebration the next day. I said I would think about it, I had however told the woman that had him come that I would. I had to keep my word.
There's a slight problem when you have basically belong to causal church for over ten years and you decided to go to a southern black church. I had absolutely nothing to wear, Not only is it a southern black church, it's a sanctified, wear little doilies on your head kind. There are two things you can't put on me even if I were dead: that's big church lady hat that match your suit and doilies. They're just not for me, If Jesus asked me to wear one of them I would, but I would have a long whining discussion before I reluctantly compiled. After rummaging throw a endless variety of comfortable causal clothes I found a long black skirt: a throw back to my preaching days in Detroit. I put on a black blouse and a multicolored suit jacket and flat black shoes ( I hate high heels now). I was late and the women kept texting me and asking if I was coming and how far away was I. I didn't think much of it, I wondered why she would be in church texting, but I have done worse during a boring service.
To say I wasn't prepared for what came next is an understatement. I walked into the service or what I thought would be the service and several people clapped. The door I came into wasn't the sanctuary but a big round table. Full of dignified looking men and women in high power church clothes. Even though it was a big table it was crowed, the woman that invited me hadn't been up front with the time church would officially start. I was sit up to meet the head Bishops., I looked at the expensive suits and the men all had on big Bishop rings. The women were classy and smartly dressed, I suddenly realized how inappropriate I am, with my outdated skirt and cheap flat shoes. I looked around for a chair that was as far away as I could get since I knew the ground probably would open up and swallow me. Alas, the pastor would have none of that, he said , "No, you sit next to the Bishops", and gave me his chair between two of the oldest Bishops.
The pastor told me had had told them about me, his words were, "I've been bragging on you." He asked me if I would consider being on their ministry team. The Bishop to my right said for me to take my time before giving a answer. No one else said much to me at least for the next fifteen or twenty minutes. The Bishop to my right started teaching on The day of Atonement. he asked me if I knew about the festival I said yes and the pastor said she knows all about it, I was introduced as Evangelist/Teacher/Pastor/Missionary. Each time a question was addressed to me I got a different title. They looked to me for confirmation to the title or may be they were hoping I would give them my official title so they could stop guessing. I looked for the same confirmation-you tell me because actually the only title I have is blood washed daughter of the Most High God. and I'm good with that. I should have done like Jesus when he asked Peter, who do you say I am?
Finally the Bishop to the right asked me, "what do you think, teacher?" I opened my mouth and the fire came out again. When I tell people that when I'm under the anointing I don't know what's about to come out of my mouth; I honestly don't think they believe me, but it's true. I don't remember what I said, but they were all amazed. That's how I winded up in the pulpit that day. Yes, I had to speak and again the audience was amazed, little did they know so was I. Sometimes I tell Jesus he plays to much, and he should warn me of what he's about to do so that I can try to talk him out of it. I think He gets a kick out of me. I think he's madly in love with me, I know I am with Him.
Fearless
I gave complete control to the Holy Spirit. Just because I'm not some big hat wearing. smug acting hypocrite didn't make me unworthy. I teach because I was called by God to teach. I shouldn't let any man wrapped in flesh stop me. I let go. and Abba blessed it. My people were coming to me and saying, "You were on fire tonight, Carly." The pastor said , "You had me wanting to get up and rejoice. He gave me many compliments and asked if I would come to their Day of Atonement celebration the next day. I said I would think about it, I had however told the woman that had him come that I would. I had to keep my word.
There's a slight problem when you have basically belong to causal church for over ten years and you decided to go to a southern black church. I had absolutely nothing to wear, Not only is it a southern black church, it's a sanctified, wear little doilies on your head kind. There are two things you can't put on me even if I were dead: that's big church lady hat that match your suit and doilies. They're just not for me, If Jesus asked me to wear one of them I would, but I would have a long whining discussion before I reluctantly compiled. After rummaging throw a endless variety of comfortable causal clothes I found a long black skirt: a throw back to my preaching days in Detroit. I put on a black blouse and a multicolored suit jacket and flat black shoes ( I hate high heels now). I was late and the women kept texting me and asking if I was coming and how far away was I. I didn't think much of it, I wondered why she would be in church texting, but I have done worse during a boring service.
To say I wasn't prepared for what came next is an understatement. I walked into the service or what I thought would be the service and several people clapped. The door I came into wasn't the sanctuary but a big round table. Full of dignified looking men and women in high power church clothes. Even though it was a big table it was crowed, the woman that invited me hadn't been up front with the time church would officially start. I was sit up to meet the head Bishops., I looked at the expensive suits and the men all had on big Bishop rings. The women were classy and smartly dressed, I suddenly realized how inappropriate I am, with my outdated skirt and cheap flat shoes. I looked around for a chair that was as far away as I could get since I knew the ground probably would open up and swallow me. Alas, the pastor would have none of that, he said , "No, you sit next to the Bishops", and gave me his chair between two of the oldest Bishops.
The pastor told me had had told them about me, his words were, "I've been bragging on you." He asked me if I would consider being on their ministry team. The Bishop to my right said for me to take my time before giving a answer. No one else said much to me at least for the next fifteen or twenty minutes. The Bishop to my right started teaching on The day of Atonement. he asked me if I knew about the festival I said yes and the pastor said she knows all about it, I was introduced as Evangelist/Teacher/Pastor/Missionary. Each time a question was addressed to me I got a different title. They looked to me for confirmation to the title or may be they were hoping I would give them my official title so they could stop guessing. I looked for the same confirmation-you tell me because actually the only title I have is blood washed daughter of the Most High God. and I'm good with that. I should have done like Jesus when he asked Peter, who do you say I am?
Finally the Bishop to the right asked me, "what do you think, teacher?" I opened my mouth and the fire came out again. When I tell people that when I'm under the anointing I don't know what's about to come out of my mouth; I honestly don't think they believe me, but it's true. I don't remember what I said, but they were all amazed. That's how I winded up in the pulpit that day. Yes, I had to speak and again the audience was amazed, little did they know so was I. Sometimes I tell Jesus he plays to much, and he should warn me of what he's about to do so that I can try to talk him out of it. I think He gets a kick out of me. I think he's madly in love with me, I know I am with Him.
Fearless
