Sunflowers are really cool: flowers made with a message. I passed fields and fields of them in Transylvania; several million I’d bet if you could tally them up. And invariably they had their faces full open to the sun. Morning pose: bowed to the east. Noontime posture: erect and looking up. Evening position: nodding to the west. It’s a great parable for me right now.
I’m back in Sarajevo and feeling grateful and rested, but troubled. Been seeing some things, and reading up on other worrisome trends in the church: teachers, healers, “prophets”, “miracle workers”… many of them quite quirky. It weirds me out completely, (and embarrasses me for unbelievers), to watch some of the antics on YouTube that we so quickly attribute to the Holy Spirit.
For several days now I’ve been asking God to sort out some of this stuff for me. Been reading lots of scripture about discernment, false teachers, sound doctrine, and deceptive spirits. It just feels like we’re blithely embracing just about any happy-clappy thing that comes down spiritual pipeline these days. A friend reminded me this morning: “You just gotta keep your eyes focused on the simplicity of Christ”, (like those sunflowers seem to do). When Jesus walks onto the scene, whether in the face of a stranger, in a revival meeting, or at the end of the age, I want to be looking in the right direction and recognize the genuine lover of my soul. Don’t wanna fall for some cheap counterfeit.