I picked my friend up from Heathrow after a preaching trip to the U.S. and noticed a HUGE golden ring on his finger (about the size of a small fridge). “How on earth did you get that?” I asked.
He told me. He’d been invited to lead worship at a particular pastor’s church. Mid‑service, though caught up in the music, he felt the Holy Spirit urging him to stop and listen. At first, it was a whisper; then it became a clear, booming word: “Tell the pastor that if he doesn’t stop his affair with the lady on the keyboard, I will take him home.”
