I threw myself out the bed right on the floor and right onto my knees. Unless you’ve ever experienced anger of God you probably don’t know what I’m even talking about. There is nothing more frightening than God’s anger.
I was staying at a friend’s place in one of her spare bedrooms. It was a huge room very tastefully decorated with its own fireplace. It had more room than I could ever use and I felt special whenever I stayed there. The owner of the house informed me that her sister was coming to stay with her gay lover and would I mind moving to the other spare bedroom, which was a tiny little room with a single bed.
The owner of the house was a professing Christian and I found it difficult to understand how she would let her sister stay here with her gay lover. Nonetheless I moved my stuff into the small room. That night I had this horrible dream. The anger of the Lord was all over me and I thought He was going to kill me. When I awoke I fell down upon my knees and begged God to forgive me for whatever was that I had done to make Him so angry.
He spoke with an angry boldness that I was not accustomed to. “I sent a great prophet to these people and they have dishonored My prophet greatly. They honored the sexually immoral above God’s honored prophet. Surely I cannot let this go unpunished”.
If you knew me you would know that I don’t think of myself as some great prophet but merely some man trying to make it in life. I don’t honor myself above others but often honor others above myself. I knew this was God. I’ve experienced God’s anger in the past and once it was even directed towards me.
I was in a very low point in my life and I kept on saying without my realizing it “I quit”. I said this a number of times over a period of a few months. I think I had pretty much given up on my life and my call with God. One night I had a dream. It was the first time I’d ever experienced God’s anger. In the dream I was trying to fix something with a screwdriver, and my hand slipped and I scraped my knuckles and hurt myself. The skin was torn and blood was coming out and I began to cry and said the words, “I quit”. It was then I began to feel the anger of the Lord come from behind me. Without warning I felt a blow to the left side of my face from behind. I thought God was going to kill me. In the dream I began to repent crying out for mercy. When I awoke my jaw was frozen shut. I had to eat through a straw for a week and it took over a month before I could partially open my sorry mouth. I finally stopped saying I quit!