I was just finishing up the dishes. I had experienced a tiredness earlier and had just awakened. As I watched water swirling down the drain, I saw an older white church building. It was very much New England in its appearance.And I began to see friend’s faces in the sudsy water. Every “bubble” had a face. I saw the Lord speaking “do not return to tradition.” And as the bubbles of soap and the hot water went down the drain what remained was the reflection of myself in the sink.

“Son, I have given you a voice. You do not understand even the ramifications. Earlier today you began to write about prophetic experiences as a child. You came to a stop. You felt the pain of not being understood. Of being labeled by a medical establishment. Of being fragmented in your thinking as you tried to respond. It is important you share your journey. Not for your sake but for their sake. Many have been damaged by family and friends, carrying hurts they cannot fathom. Or feel they can reveal.”

Frankly, I am not even sure what happened this afternoon. But I feel I am to warn folks not to return to the vomit(Proverbs 26:11) of tradition and rules that break one another. All day I have pondered the freedom of others that affects me. I have given much contemplation to the liberty in Him.

So, I am giving thought to what has happened this afternoon. It was unusual even by my daily standards.

Beware the traditions of man. Colossians 2:8