Hi...I'm Eric!
Hey there!
Thanks for coming to my “home.”
You are here because of one thing…
… you're hungry to hear the voice of God for yourself. You’re hungry to know Jesus more.
Right on! Virtual high five!
It pumps me up meeting others like me. People who are desperate to know Jesus and live for Him.
One thing I know for sure... you are embarking on an adventure.
The greatest adventure in this world.
Greater than touring some newly discovered ancient ruin.
Better than once-in-a-lifetime African safari.
An adrenaline rush far-surpassing any kind of daring stunt you could think of.
There’s nothing more amazing than hearing Jesus speak to you. Nothing like walking side by side with Him every day of your life.
Yet, some people think hearing the voice of God is scary.
When I was a little boy growing up in church, I was scared to hear His voice.
I mean, in my childhood church, no one talked about God speaking. No one actually heard Him speak. Except for the 80ish-year-old retired preacher. He always had a testimony about God saying or doing something.
Every single service, his hand shot up when the pastor asked for someone to share something encouraging with the church. His stories always started something like…
“Two days ago, I was up in a tree cutting a branch…”
or
“Yesterday, I was out in the garden working…”
Or something like that.
As a kid, I rolled my eyes every time he stood up to start his story. But the truth was, he lived his life in connection with God.
After I heard many sermons about hell, sin and how bad everyone was, I was scared. I thought God was always mad at me. And if He did speak to me, He’d tell me how bad I was. So, I put on a good religious “church act” better than your favorite A-list actor.
But the truth is, I didn’t actually know much about what “hearing God’s voice” really meant. And neither did most Christians at my church.
And the things of the Spirit such as hearing God speak were mysteries.
When my life completely changed…
Then, one week when I was 15 years old, I had a radical encounter with God.
It was early June.
School had just let out for the summer.
My dad ordered me to go with my church youth group to a camp in North Dakota. I didn't want to go. But I still thank God for my dad making me do something I didn't want to do.
At this camp, every morning for a week, we had a short chapel service to begin the day. And we finished up every day with a church service filled with passionate worship, fiery preaching from the Word of God and times of prayer afterwards.
Every night for five days in those meetings, I felt like a tidal wave of God's love completely overtook me. An addicting, overwhelming love. I didn't understand it at the time. All I could do was cry for what seemed like hours.
My friends from my youth group came over to me and hugged me trying to comfort me. They said, “It’s going to be ok.” They must have thought something was wrong because of the way I was broken before Jesus.
At the time, I honestly didn't know what was happening. I kept telling them, "I'm fine. I don't even know why I'm crying."
All I knew was…
…whatever "this" was, it completely rocked me. And it was SOOOO good.
For five nights, after the service, I stumbled out of the building to my little dorm room. And I collapsed on my bed. My body felt exhausted after His presence lifted.
I didn't know at the time, but God was doing a deep work in me. Going into areas of my heart and life no one had ever or could ever go.
And I knew, all I wanted was this Love and Presence. I wanted this Jesus.
When I came home, my parents immediately noticed a difference. I didn’t want to watch TV. I threw out my secular music.
I only wanted Jesus. I spent time in my room reading the Bible and singing worship songs. I started encouraging my friends to be on fire for Jesus.
From that time until now, I’ve had a burning desire to know God, walk with Him and hear His voice speak to me.
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The day God said, "I want you to go to..."
I remember many years later one day He spoke to me something that surprised me.
I was in my bedroom and suddenly I heard God say, “I want you to go to Africa.”
Instantly I got scared and nervous. My mind flashed through different scenes of the things I thought as a child growing up in church. Then I started whining like a little child not wanting to do my homework.
"God, come on! Why me?" and many other things I'm sure I said.
Finally, after struggling with it for like... 3 days…
... (actually it was only a matter of about 3 minutes)…
...I threw myself down on my bed.
I made my decision. I decided to surrender to Him.
I said, "I don’t know everything, God.You know better than I know myself. And more than anything, I want what You want. Ok, I’ll go. I’ll do what You want me to do. It’s not my plan or my life.”
Immediately, I heard Him reply to me, “That’s good. I didn’t want you to go to Africa. I only wanted you to be willing to go.”
The truth is…
… you don't have to be afraid of God speaking.
What I guarantee you is, He’ll speak to you for a purpose...