Romans 1:1-6 Paul, a servant of Christ Jesus, called to be an apostle and set apart for the gospel of God— the gospel he promised beforehand through his prophets in the Holy Scriptures regarding his Son, who as to his earthly life was a descendant of David, and who through the Spirit of holiness was appointed the Son of God in power by his resurrection from the dead: Jesus Christ our Lord. Through him we received grace and apostleship to call all the Gentiles to the obedience that comes from faith for his name’s sake. And you also are among those Gentiles who are called to belong to Jesus Christ.
One day I heard in my spirit “Silly Putty, time to wake up! Rise and shine!” It felt like a playful “tickle” between a Father and His daughter.
I felt impressed (no pun intended) to write about Silly Putty, the nickname. There was a time when I would pray for others and I would “get” their symptoms. Before I understood this, I would get frustrated with those I prayed for if they did not do what it took (in my eyes) to get well. I had, to fix them. In my mind, without the right understanding of who and WHOSE I was, and what my function in the kingdom was, this was my only solution. Fix people, or else I got what they got. UNLESS, I stopped praying for them. I told the Lord I just couldn’t pray for people any longer. I didn’t want their stuff.
So I stopped for awhile. I felt compassion, I felt sorry for the sick, but I didn’t pray for them. Ironically, the presence of the Lord seemed to disappear when I stopped praying.
A few years later, I learned more about true intercession and my role as an intercessor in the kingdom. Intercession is bringing people before the Lord and applying in prayer, the blood of Jesus to their sicknesses and situations. He would highlight a symptom of a person, and I would feel it in my body. I would experience a portion of what they were going through, and in the midst of whatever the situation was, the Lord would give me the solution, or release, in the Spirit.
Others have been healed when I grabbed hold of this. Answers were received when I obeyed the Lord and learned about my function in the kingdom of God. Simultaneously, it was when I stopped being afraid, and learned about my gift, rather than run from it, that God’s presence seemed to linger with me. He never really left me during the time I did not want to pray but it felt that way. He used that time to reveal to me who He called me to be and to show me that if I wanted His abiding presence and power to flow through me, I needed to acknowledge the gift inside as Holy Spirit manifesting Christ.
Back to “Silly Putty.” If any of you recall this “silly” children’s “toy” if you will, you would remember it as a fleshy-colored piece of putty that you could roll around in your hand, make all kinds of weird shapes from it, divide it into several pieces, or press it upon the funny pages of the Sunday comics in the newspaper or comic books, and the image of whatever it was pressed upon was duplicated on the putty itself. If you pressed the putty up against the image several times, the ink from the image transferred to the putty completely and after awhile there was virtually no more identifiable image on the original page. Then you rolled up the putty in your hands, the image disappeared forever and you would wonder where it went.
One day I was having a very hard time with someone. I started to identify with her and soon began experiencing her symptoms. These symptoms were frighteningly familiar and I understood to well what brought her to the place she was at. I could barely handle it. I just cried out “Lord she is pressing on me, help!”
The Lord replied “No, Silly Putty. I am pressing you on her!”
As intercessors who feel things, we tend to stop when too much of someone’s stuff gets on us. We don’t know how to release it to the Lord but the image that is impressed upon the Silly putty went away when the user of it took that image and rolled it up into His hand, and the image was forever gone. Even on the page.
One morning I was doing a devotion in Romans 1 and I thought “Oh I love Romans!” but the Lord had me stop after Paul’s introduction of himself. “Stop here?” I asked and He said “Stop here!” So I read it again and the revelation bulb went on over my head.
What would happen if the Body of Christ woke up every morning declaring the day as a letter to be read? Paul started his letters by stating who he was, what his role in the kingdom of God was, his purpose, his mission, his call, and yet, it was not really about him at all. It was about the manifestation of Christ in him.
“Darlene, a bond-servant of Christ Jesus, called to be Silly Putty the Priest and Prophetic Teacher, Scribe, Dearly Beloved of the King and set apart for the gospel of the Kingdom He promised, for such a time as this, to manifest Christ Jesus, Lord, who through the Spirit of Holiness was declared with power to be the Son of God by his resurrection from the dead. Through Him and for his name’s sake, I received grace and a priestly call; as prophetic teacher and scribe; as a watchman who watches for Him to come and one who calls forth His Bride-to-be, to be first a Bride and to rise up out of the wilderness and into the kingdom of the Lord, declaring that it is at hand.
And you also are among those who belong to Jesus Christ .
“Wake up. It’s time to wake up!”