I started to get a little self-conscious a few weeks ago about my New York-based Facebook posts. No one said anything, but in the back of my head I was thinking, “I’m sure someone is saying, ‘Leah, if you post one more thing with the words ‘Brooklyn’ or ‘New York,’ I’m gonna scream!” I consciously began to scale back on reporting my New York adventures.
And then on this past Monday, I saw a great post from my former choir director and my Apostolic/Pentacostal homie, Marcus, reminding me about the power of a testimony. His post immediately took me back to the days of testimony services at the churches that I grew up in Baltimore. As a child, those portions of service seemed to go on FOREVER and I would dread when certain older saints would get up because you knew they were going to be going in for at least 15 minutes. Now as an adult, I truly do miss having those portions of service where you would hear about miraculous healings, financial blessings, wayward relatives coming back home, and just the everyday blessings of walking with Jesus.
I’m sure most of us attend churches where testimony service is now strictly reserved for New Year’s Eve or other special occasions, but I contend that every waking moment of our lives should be a living testimony service. Maybe your testimony platform is your FB page, your blog, or sharing with a sister in a nail salon, but I’m sure that somebody today needs to be encouraged by your testimony about how you got over. It may not be your desire to move to New York like me or to fight with rats on a subway (I could KILL my sister Wanda for posting this video! Ahhh!) but you DO need to hear from me that God is still able. You DO need to know that “Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning (Psalms 30:5).” You DO need to be reminded that “…After you have suffered awhile, God WILL make you perfect, establish, strengthen, and settle you (1 Peter 5:10).”
Revelations 12:11 states that “We OVERCOME by the word of our testimony….” I would charge you to not let this day go by without testifying about how great God has been to you just for today. I used to laugh sometimes at the older mothers who would tell LONG testimonies that ended with very simple outcomes (e.g., a extra few dollars in a Social Security check or an arthritic knee that felt brand new) but I now know that they knew something we didn’t. Testimony service wasn’t about bragging or boosting up the ego; it was just a simple reminder that if God can do it for me, then he DEFINITELY can do it for you, too!