He chooses fragile, broken, limited people that he can be so masterful as Michelangelo to paint the cyine chapel with a broken brush. And I am the brush. And you are the brush. And you are the brush. And you are the brush. And he chooses broken brushes so that there will be no glory to the brush. only to the artist.
>> I was 17 years old. I laid down and went to sleep. And while I was sleeping, I dreamed. I was reading a verse that I didn’t know existed at the time. God was saying to a young man, “Before I formed thee in the belly, I knew thee or I ordained thee, and I sanctified thee to be a prophet to the nations.” And when I woke that morning, I just took my Bible with with childlike faith and just let it fall open.
And it fell open on Jeremiah. And he said, “Before I formed thee in the belly, I knew thee, and I ordained thee, and I sanctified thee to be a prophet unto the nations.” And all of a sudden, I remembered all the stories my mother told me about when I was born. I was born with a veil over my face.
And the one of the neighbors came down and said, “Look, the Lord has given you a prophet.” And mama said, “A prophet?” She said, “Yeah, he has a veil over his face. Thin membrane born over some baby’s faces.” I was one of them. That membrane, the old folks said, was a sign you were a prophet. But I didn’t know I was a prophet.
So, I was a wild crazy, foolish, ignorant, rambunctious kid who got into everything and anything all the time, driving people crazy. And I was having a good time doing my own thing until God came along and messed it all up by bringing this stuff about me being a preacher. >> And I ran from my caller. I purposely got drunk and went wild and got high and partied and did everything I could to convince him to go away.
Get one of them people with the little doilies on their head and the long skirts on and the no makeup who pray all day and talk in tongues all the time and leave me alone because I am not one of them. I’m crazy. I’m ignorant. I’m wow. I’m uncool. I will embarrass you. I will disgrace you. Please don’t call me.
