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Can God tell me who 'the one' is?


This is the number one question I get asked that sadly leaves the most people in captivity. So let me begin with a cautionary tale of when I prophesied a husband over someone.

It was the year 2012 and I was studying law at Hertfordshire university whilst pastoring the largest campus church on the university when a Zimbabwean lady came to me for prayer. She was believing God for a prophecy as to who the one for her life would be. As she recounted her story, I was amazed at how resilient this ladies faith was, she was truly throwing caution to the wind and putting all her eggs in one tiny ‘husband material’ basket. I fully understand the belief that we are called to trust God in these matters but it is only through greater understanding that we can guarantee greater trust! Trust in itself is not a commodity that we can just leave to supernatural gravity, rather it is in understanding of gravity that the plane jumper and thrill seeker trusts gravity to the extent that they are willing to wear a parachute.

True trust is not self abandon but mutual corporation. Trusting totally begins with understanding God’s way totally. Many people have broken trust with God because someone told them to leave their mind at the entrance of their relationship with God. When true trust is birthed in understanding the mind of the one to whom you are trusting. Anyway, back to my story!

So this Zimbabwean lady (I’ll call Christa) came to me looking for the one. She had heard that I was a prophet and wanted to know what the Lord was saying. She had grown up in the word of faith movement so she called her husband Daniel by faith. For three years she went around telling everyone about her tall dark handsome, white husband called Daniel. When she came to me, I had an extremely vivid vision. I saw a man approaching her who was not called Daniel, his name was Steve. He was tall, with red hair (not ginger but red) and had thick rimmed glasses on, he was an evangelist to Nigeria and that he was coming into her life this year. The vision was so clear to me that I could literally reach out and touch him. I told her the vision and that she had been calling out the wrong guy! She was so amazed as she had always wanted a caucasian husband who was a man of God.

Anyway, I made the fatal mistake of telling her not only in March but that the year wouldn’t pass until the word of the Lord had come to pass. (I was really epic back then so I literally spoke in King James English)

She was amazed and went away telling everyone what the prophet told her. She blasted it all over the university and honestly it brought a pressure that no 21 year old studying law would ever want. People started coming to hear this prophecy that I had given this lady and soon our church grew to hundreds of young single females all looking for a word on who the one was. Some undoubtedly believing it to be me! Anyway, months passed but this girls faith did not deteriorate.

The whole university knew about Steve (the imaginary husband of Christa). By the time it was October at 1am in the morning a young man knocked on her door. He said,

‘Hi, my name is Steve, God told me to come to your house and preach to you, I’m an evangelist.’ Christa was so amazed she left poor Steve outside in the cold and ran in to tell her house mates that Steve was standing at the door. They let him in and four girls began to interrogate him. Next day a crowd of faithful Christa supporters stormed into the library where I was studying to tell me Steve had arrived. I sighed in relief as I was 3 months away from being a false prophet. I asked them to describe him. They said, literally in unison

“He was tall, dark, handsome and an evangelist but his hair was brown and he’s married.”

“Yeah, that’s not him!”

Their faces dropped as low as my faith! Honestly, they were so desperate for this word to come to pass that they were willing to ruin a marriage just to see it. Frankly the thought was terrifyingly tempting to me also as I had a fast approaching deadline that pressured me more than the deadline for my university assignments.

December 21st, I was invited to preach at an all black redeemed church. Just then a young man walked in, the only white red headed guy in the room. Christa immediately caught my eye to motion my eye balls over to this thick rimmed glasses red head that had stepped in. I stopped my message and pointed at him (epically, I might add) and asked him his name.

“Steve,” he responded, “Evangelist Steve.” Christa and my team gasped and for fear of losing prophetic composure I reserved my jubilation. He shared about how he believes God has called him to be an evangelist to Nigeria and so he heard there was a Nigerian church so he came along. This was jaw dropping news….

(Story to be continued tomorrow!)

Can God tel me who is “the one”?

This is the number one question I get asked that sadly leaves the most people in captivity. So let me begin with a cautionary tale of when I prophesied a husband over someone.

It was the year 2012 and I was studying law at Hertfordshire university whilst pastoring the largest campus church on the university when a Zimbabwean lady came to me for prayer. She was believing God for a prophecy as to who the one for her life would be. As she recounted her story, I was amazed at how resilient this ladies faith was, she was truly throwing caution to the wind and putting all her eggs in one tiny ‘husband material’ basket. I fully understand the belief that we are called to trust God in these matters but it is only through greater understanding that we can guarantee greater trust! Trust in itself is not a commodity that we can just leave to supernatural gravity, rather it is in understanding of gravity that the plane jumper and thrill seeker trusts gravity to the extent that they are willing to wear a parachute.

True trust is not self abandon but mutual corporation. Trusting totally begins with understanding God’s way totally. Many people have broken trust with God because someone told them to leave their mind at the entrance of their relationship with God. When true trust is birthed in understanding the mind of the one to whom you are trusting. Anyway, back to my story!

So this Zimbabwean lady (I’ll call Christa) came to me looking for the one. She had heard that I was a prophet and wanted to know what the Lord was saying. She had grown up in the word of faith movement so she called her husband Daniel by faith. For three years she went around telling everyone about her tall dark handsome, white husband called Daniel. When she came to me, I had an extremely vivid vision. I saw a man approaching her who was not called Daniel, his name was Steve. He was tall, with red hair (not ginger but red) and had thick rimmed glasses on, he was an evangelist to Nigeria and that he was coming into her life this year. The vision was so clear to me that I could literally reach out and touch him. I told her the vision and that she had been calling out the wrong guy! She was so amazed as she had always wanted a caucasian husband who was a man of God.

Anyway, I made the fatal mistake of telling her not only in March but that the year wouldn’t pass until the word of the Lord had come to pass. (I was really epic back then so I literally spoke in King James English)

She was amazed and went away telling everyone what the prophet told her. She blasted it all over the university and honestly it brought a pressure that no 21 year old studying law would ever want. People started coming to hear this prophecy that I had given this lady and soon our church grew to hundreds of young single females all looking for a word on who the one was. Some undoubtedly believing it to be me! Anyway, months passed but this girls faith did not deteriorate.

The whole university knew about Steve (the imaginary husband of Christa). By the time it was October at 1am in the morning a young man knocked on her door. He said,

‘Hi, my name is Steve, God told me to come to your house and preach to you, I’m an evangelist.’ Christa was so amazed she left poor Steve outside in the cold and ran in to tell her house mates that Steve was standing at the door. They let him in and four girls began to interrogate him. Next day a crowd of faithful Christa supporters stormed into the library where I was studying to tell me Steve had arrived. I sighed in relief as I was 3 months away from being a false prophet. I asked them to describe him. They said, literally in unison

“He was tall, dark, handsome and an evangelist but his hair was brown and he’s married.”

“Yeah, that’s not him!”

Their faces dropped as low as my faith! Honestly, they were so desperate for this word to come to pass that they were willing to ruin a marriage just to see it. Frankly the thought was terrifyingly tempting to me also as I had a fast approaching deadline that pressured me more than the deadline for my university assignments.

December 21st, I was invited to preach at an all black redeemed church. Just then a young man walked in, the only white red headed guy in the room. Christa immediately caught my eye to motion my eye balls over to this thick rimmed glasses red head that had stepped in. I stopped my message and pointed at him (epically, I might add) and asked him his name.

“Steve,” he responded, “Evangelist Steve.” Christa and my team gasped and for fear of losing prophetic composure I reserved my jubilation. He shared about how he believes God has called him to be an evangelist to Nigeria and so he heard there was a Nigerian church so he came along. This was jaw dropping news….

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