Mark 14:53-72

I had just returned from my first trip to Africa in 1984. After two weeks in Zimbabwe I knew in my heart that we were supposed to go there. When I told Margaret (my wife) she wasn’t so sure that I hadn’t just gotten excited from being there. The next morning I was out running and found myself asking the Lord to do something to prove that He indeed was saying to go. I asked Him to bring my missing luggage to my house that day.

After asking this question of God I felt sick. If He didn’t do it then we couldn’t go and I had to seriously question my ability to hear from God. If He did do it... we were selling everything and moving to Zimbabwe! Yet, I also felt a sense of elation because I knew He Himself had prompted me to ask.

It’s a long story, and a good one, but I don’t have the space to go into the details. Suffice it to say that without me, or Margaret, raising a hand my luggage was sitting in our living room about eight o’clock that evening. We spent three years in Zimbabwe and they were a totally blessed time in our lives and the lives of our children.

Jesus had refused to say a word. The the High Priest asked a question that came from somewhere beyond himself. “Are you the Christ, the Son of the Blessed One?” Suddenly Jesus comes alive. “I am, and you will see the Son of Man sitting at the right hand of the Mighty One and coming on the clouds of heaven.”

The High Priest and all of his priest friends got it wrong but here is the point. When God prompts a question or a request from you there is going to be an answer. It is likely to be quite an answer. And you can be sure that you are almost certainly standing at one of the most crucial points of your life.