Luke 2:43-45 Amplified Bible (AMP)
43 and as they were returning [to [a]Nazareth], after spending the required number of days [at the Feast], the boy Jesus remained behind in Jerusalem. Now His parents did not know this, 44 but supposed Him to be in the caravan, and traveled a day’s journey; and [then] they began searching [anxiously] for Him among their relatives and acquaintances. 45 When they did not find Him, they went back to Jerusalem looking for Him [everywhere].
I’m not saying Jesus had ADHD. I’m just saying if you have a child with a prophetic spirit you may lose them sometimes. They walk to the beat of a different drummer. I imagine the schools today would say, “This Jesus kid seems distracted and His parents lose Him because He just wanders off doing His on thing. Should we call DFCS on Joseph and Mary or just medicate Him?” But this same Jesus went home and submitted Himself to His parents for the next 18 silent years until the fullness of time. The rest is His story…
“Mom, I had a vision of myself on a balance beam wearing roller skates. It was impossible.” I have a Bachelor of Science degree in Psychology. In the mid-eighties I thought I was going in the career direction of mental health. I was a co-therapist in family counseling sessions on the children’s unit at a prominent Psychiatric Hospital in the Atlanta area. One of the young females said this in a session. I immediately knew this young lady had a strong prophetic spirit. Hearing this vision I was excited but in contrast her mother looked totally embarrassed. And the guy with the PHD evidently had even worse thoughts. That poor girl ended up labeled with several horrible things from the DSM III Manuel. I was too young and intimidated by the environment to speak up. I may have been fired. Think of it, it’s hard enough to be on a balance beam or look “balanced” but add the roller skates. As she said, she was set up for failure being in that environment. I always think of that young lady and have prayed for her on numerous occasions. What a gift to the body of Christ she could be if she received proper training. I could have easily ended up like her if I had any supervision at all growing up. Meaning, at least her mom was trying to be proactive. The prophetic spirit in me was strong and, like her, I was distracted. So here she was, a gifted child, imprisoned in a Psychiatric Hospital. My favorite Prophet of this generation was Bob Jones. He, appropriately enough, went to heaven on Valentine’s Day a few years ago. He had been imprisoned in a Psychiatric Hospital before his ministry began. He had some people he had to forgive but once he forgave God delivered him and put him to work in His vineyard. He had ADD as well, among other rather charming peculiarities.
Speaking of being imprisoned, my elementary school principle told me I would spend my life in prison. I would go back and sue him but the statute of limitations is surely up after nearly 50 years? Besides, I’m sure Mr. Green has passed away by now. God bless him. He “meant it for evil but God meant it for good.” I grew up ADHD before they knew what it was. When I was a kid they just called us “rotten kids”. They say “God don’t make no junk” but I was having trouble convincing anyone of that. Nobody wanted their kids playing with me. I was always in trouble and my broken family was beyond dysfunctional. My brother was five years older and sold drugs in High School. My mother had driven my dad crazy for ten years and divorced him on the grounds of insanity. So now she was raising five kids by herself and, conveniently, was at work at all hours. I’m sure you’re thinking how admirable that was but that’s not the full picture. There’s really no need going in to all of it. I had no supervision and was a very angry young man. I was suspended a couple of times and eventually expelled from elementary school. I have no clue how I ever got through grade school. Where sin abounds grace abounds all the more? I even graduated from college with ADHD but I had the GPA of John “Bluto” Blutarsky from “Animal House.” You remember him, right? Dean Wormer told him, “Fat, drunk and stupid is no way to go through life, son.”
I got married at 26 and my son came along soon after. As he started school his peerless ADHD drew massive attention. What a revelation to finally discover why I had to read the same paragraph 5 times and why I had no behavioral filter either. Then my daughter came along with it too and both were very strong willed. Pay backs are hell, right? Thankfully, they both seemed to handle it better than I did.
Finally the day came when God would pull back the veil and give me a GREATER understanding. It was the Mid-90’s and this totally prodigal son had repented and come home to his faith, his relationship with Papa God. I was at lunch and heard, “your waiter’s name will be Chad.” That was it but of course I wondered why? My waiter walked over, I looked at his name tag and, sure enough, his name was Chad. I asked him if he knew what his name meant. He did. I means, “God’s warrior.” As he walked away I began to think of the support group for kids with ADHD, the one I grew up without. It’s call CHADD for Children with Attention Deficit Disorder. The Lord began speaking to me. He said, “just as in Pharaoh’s day and in Herod’s day the children are being targeted. If the enemy can’t get them through abortion he will label them and medicate them. But his plans will be thwarted and replaced by Mine.” I thought of the girl in the Psychiatric Hospital again. I prayed for her, again. As I said previously, I and both my children have strong a prophetic spirit. The Lord was saying an entire generation of kids born to hear Him and be tuned in to Him were being called distracted and labeled with behavior problems. These kids and the public school system are like round peg & square hole. The crowned heads of education are forcing medication on these children of destiny in God’s kingdom. How tragic is that? I began to hear people tell me mature prophets I knew of like John Paul Jackson and others had ADD. What was hidden was being revealed.
So, I survived a severely broken home and growing up without my father. I survived starting to smoke marijuana in the fifth grade. I survived being kicked out and kicked off of several places and things. I survived the cocaine of the eighties. I survived my own personal sexual revolution that nobody would ever believe if I told them. I survived the blood work I had to get done on a few occasions to prove my playing Russian-Roulette with so many women was not going to kill me. I got prayer counseling, cut soul ties, and got free of that dead end addiction. Growing up ADHD and being told I would spend my life in prison had left a HUGE chip on my shoulder. And then God…Like “in the beginning, God.” I had a new beginning. I finally got my dream Job as a Firefighter/EMT and my side business began to excel. Then my training as a Prophet really began. It was and is brutal. “Who can take fire to their bosom and not be burned?” I will add, “our God is a consuming fire.” Just take my word for it. I don’t want to make you cry and I don’t want to cry again myself either! And the training continues, always learning and burning. Nobody cares what you know until they know how much you care and pain produces compassion.
My brother has had nothing to do with our mother for over 30 years. I was intentional and went back and reconciled with her. Joyce Meyer inspired me. If she could go back and embrace her dad after all he did I could surely go back and embrace my mother and find the positives of growing up in that torture chamber called home. I always had a great relationship with my dad who was the kindest man I ever knew. He went to heaven in 2005. My mom is now just a sweet old woman. She stays near me in assisted living with Dementia/Alzheimer’s. I tell my brother, “she can’t hurt you any more so go see her!” He refuses. At this point it’s a self inflicted wound and it only hurts him. I no longer have any sense of dread of what she will say or do. She no longer has the train of thought required. To you that sounds mean, but to me it’s simply refreshing. By God’s grace on the situation I have had time to heal. I posted a Facebook video recently of my mom and me singing along with Alan Jackson, “Will the Circle Be Unbroken.” God’s circle will not be broken but my destructive circle has been. All the credit for that goes to the faithfulness of a, beyond description, Savior who refused to quit on me. Jesus…
So, I write this book for every wrongly labeled man, woman and/or child. It’s for all of you in the Kingdom of God or outside the Kingdom of God. God will accept you. He can handle your sin and bring about the necessary transformation. He will start with you where you are…wherever you are. If you feel condemned it’s not Him I assure you. And He will label you His son and/or His daughter. That’s it. Son-ship…No more performance mentality. Have you not read about the characters in the bible He used? He used murderers and adulterers and liars and thieves…and me. You also can be a child of the living God through Christ Jesus our savior. Repent and be baptized for the remission of your sins and then receive the Holy Spirit who will lead you in to all Truth. I never made Chief in my career with the Fire Service but I did give accurate prophetic words to a few of them. And, I will always be “The Chief Of Sinners.”