As I write this, I’m returning from Burbank, to San Diego on the Amtrak. My train departed before the sun came up at 4:53am and when I alighted onto the train platform at 8 o’clock am I called an Uber to take me to a church planter assessment. Before I exited that car, the Uber driver had come to faith after pulling to the side of the curb and praying with me. A young hipster from China, he’d been pursuing a film degree in Hollywood, and had been feeling God communicating with him directly, but didn’t know how to make sense of it. He said that he knew God was real, but didn’t believe in Christianity. He looked at me in the rear view mirror and asked, “Do you believe that God still speaks to people?” Being a psych nurse, and preparing to assess his sanity, I said, “Yes I do”.
After he told me how he felt God speaking to him, I determined he was sane, and that God had been invading his life.