I took the little scroll from the angel’s hand and ate it. It tasted as sweet as honey in my mouth, but when I had eaten it, my stomach turned sour. Then I was told, “You must prophesy again but about many peoples, nations, languages and kings.”
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There is an incredible sweetness and a rush that comes from knowing that God is talking to me, just to me, that he is trusting me with important things that need to be spoken and accomplished. Nothing, so far, takes me higher than hearing him speak to me and to know that he trusts me to understand and act. He trusts me! He trusts me?
He is not a human, that he would be disappointed in me if I fail. If the Master of the Universe gives me a specific task, and thereby makes it known that he trusts me, I cannot fail! It means he has picked out specific tasks directly related to who I am and how I function best. I may not recognize it, but he obviously does.
So, the fear of the unknown is vanquished!
But the sour stomach?
People won’t believe. They’ll turn their backs and walk away. What God reveals through his prophet will be misrepresented, written down and used to deceive. Wars will be fought in God’s name because people will pick it apart and use only what they want. Innocents will die and evil men will flourish.
I would think that would turn anyone’s stomach. Poor John! From such highs to such lows!