I love to say that word, “Furtick!” Chuckling here, but that sounds like a bad word to my ears, and in many circles it seems as if Pastor Steven Furtick is indeed, a bad word.
A bit funny, I never paid the least bit of attention to him until someone told me I couldn’t and I shouldn’t. Ha! Well now you know how my heart works.
So anyway, Furtick is currently in trouble for having said, “tell the devil to give you back your joy.” There is a clip of him “having a thought” in which he speaks of Proverbs 6, verse 30, “People do not despise a thief if he steals to satisfy his hunger when he is starving. Yet if he is caught, he must pay sevenfold, though it costs him all the wealth of his house.”
The enemy comes only to steal, kill, and destroy. Now, we can just lay there in learned helplessness, wallowing in our victimhood, lamenting, it just is what it is, or we can stand up and go, “hey, give me my stuff back, you thief!” Also, per Jude where the angel Michael says, “May the Lord rebuke you,” we do as he does and simply stand in the shadow of the Almighty. It is by His power, by His authority that we really can say, hey, give me back my stuff! May the Lord rebuke you for even trying to deceive me.
Even better, if you are a child of God, we get our stuff back 7 fold, sometimes even ten fold. That’s a promise, it’s in the Bible. “If he is caught he must pay 7 fold.” Also, check out Job. That poor man lost everything, but then he got it all back, ten fold. God is a god of restoration.
I’ve done exactly that in some pretty dire circumstances. It was life altering, faith changing, powerful work, but it couldn’t even happen until somebody reminded me, “Hey, you have the full power and authority of the risen Christ within you. You are the inheritor of a kingdom.” “You have not because you ask not, “ as it says in the Bible.
I WANT my joy back, 7 fold. I WANT my innocence back. I WANT to walk without fear, without shame, without despair. I WANT what the Lord promised me, so give it back. My Daddy did say, “For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.” And poof, “Le poof,” just like that, just like magic, I suddenly went from an extremely stressed out, anxiety ridden, totally depressed, looking 30 yrs older than I should, train wreck of a woman, to who I am today.
Now you may laugh, because who I am today may still seem deeply flawed, prone to melancholy, a bit cynical and rough around the edges at times, but I am 100 percent healed, I am 70 times better. I have been restored. What was stolen has been returned. It grieves me no end that those resisting this message, or worse, just bleeding out their fear and mocking Furtick, are actually Christians.
It blows me away sometimes that so many of those who profess His name don’t also proclaim His power, especially His power in your own life where the evidence is tangible, real, and felt! He heals, He changes things. He is risen indeed!
A guy I enjoy on twitter said, “Joy is not a commodity you can measure.” Yes it is! A guy I like even more said the other day, “your faith has a substance to it, an evidence” it is not just a pie in sky, ethereal kind of thing, you will actually walk it out in your real life. “Faith” is not a belief or an ideology, it’s on a vine that bears real fruit. Fruit is a commodity you can measure. You can see it, feel it, smell it, and taste that He is good.