I was flying home from a few tour dates in Michigan last month when I had the chance to sit next to a 20-year old guy flying to Florida. The conversation went as many do, talking about reasons for the flight, destination, and line of work. But this guy seemed preoccupied with other things and the conversation ebbed. Naturally, I was more than willing to dive back into my book, but there was a little problem…
The Holy Spirit.
Now, he’s never a problem to my spirit, but often to my habits. In this case, my book. It was as I started to read again that the Lord dropped a question in my heart for this guy. And at first I dismissed it because it didn’t seem very spiritual. I like direct words of knowledge for people. You know, things that are so random they have to be God. “You’re mom’s name was Sue and she died last year and you’re struggling with that.” Or, “You have an addiction to Fruit Loops that no one knows about.” You know, stuff that they can’t argue with, stuff that makes them give you that cockeyed Houdini-stare of disbelief.
But today the word was, “What makes you tick, Sam?”
What makes you tick?
It sounded so “not God,” and so something “I would say,” that for the entire flight, I kept it bottled up. (Yet another sign it was from the Lord). Finally, as we were starting our descent, I couldn’t contain the question anymore and, breaking a very long, very awkward silence, I asked him out of the blue, “So Sam, what really makes you tick?”
He just looked at me for a second. I got nervous. But then, surprisingly, the look became the all-too-familiar cockeyed Houdini-stare of disbelief. Bingo! I guess the Holy Spirit knew what he was doing with a statement as simple as that as he does with another type of prophetic word that I think is somehow “more spiritual.”
Needless to say, the conversation broke wide open as this guy was just waiting for someone to share his heart with. By the time we pulled up to our gate, I got to pray with Sam. And as we walked up the ramp and were about to part ways, with tears in his eye, he reached out and just hugged me. For a guy that’s a very huggy-guy, even I was caught off guard.
We carry around this treasure in earthen vessels of clay. So may I ask you today? What makes you tick? ch: