When God Says, "Enough!"

By David Hobbs

Isa. 40:2--“Speak comfort to Jerusalem, and cry out to her, that her warfare is ended, that her iniquity is pardoned; for she has received from the Lord’s hand double for all her sins.” 

 As Christians, we are all familiar with the dealings of the Lord in our lives. We get trials that seem to go on forever. We pray and pray for things that in many cases never seem to happen, We might get prophetic words over us of promise for our futures that never seem to materialize, We pray and pray for revival that never seems to come. Instead people write books like Why Revival Tarries.

Personally I have been praying, believing and hoping for revival almost since I was saved 40 years ago, when I came in on the tail end of the Jesus’ Movement. I saw a lot of wondrous and exciting things, but not compared to the stories I heard of what God had been doing only a few years before.

God is patient and long suffering; we know that. God is more concerned about  our development than the trials we might be going through; we know that. God has His own timetable for dealing with na-tions, with His ancient people Israel and the church; we know that. But it can sometimes seem like we’re always in a waiting mode: “keep on keeping on.” So we pray, “Lord, when will revival get here? When will the church wake up? When will this physical infirmity be healed? When will the money come in? When will I get victory over this besetting sin?” When we read the Psalms we realize we are not alone. How many times did the psalmist cry out, “How long, O Lord?”

 There is an end to every trial; there is a fulfillment for every promise; there is a time in God, as long as we keep following Him, when every condition will be met. Therefore it can be comforting to search the Scriptures for the times when God said, “Enough!” Look at the life of Noah. He was doing what God commanded him to do (building the ark) for 100 years through the scorn and ridicule of his neighbors who had never seen it rain. It was a gargantuan task, if you consider how huge the ark was. But there came a day when God said, “Enough! Move into the ark, you and your family, and I will start sending the animals.”

“But Lord, I’m still trying to finish this crown molding and I’ve got a few stalls I want to 'cherry out' with some stained ‘chair-rail’.”

 “ENOUGH!”

“Yea Lord.”

Here is something most people miss. After the flood, and they’ve been on the ark over a year with the stinky animals, they set down on a mountain, Noah takes off the ark’s cover, and sees that the ground is dry. That happens in v. 13 of Genesis 8. In the next verse, God tells him to leave the ark. But if you look at the timeline, v. 14 happems one month and 27 days after v. 13. So apparently Noah had to sit nearly two months cooped up in the ark feeding the restless animals while the earth was beckoning him. He had to remain beached on the mountain two excruciating months for God to say, “Enough! Now you may go.”

 Peter explains it so we can understand the ways of God. In 2 Peter 3:8 he says:

But, beloved, do not forget this one thing, that with the Lord one day is as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one day. The Lord is not slack concerning His promise, as some count slackness, but is longsuffering toward us, not willing that any should perish but that all should come to repentance.

 At a thousand years to a day, time moves slowly! But no matter how slowly it passes, the day will still come when God says, “Enough!” and pulls the plug on this wicked world. When that happens, it will be so sudden that it will be too late for the fence-sitters and procrastinators to jump in. The Bible is full of stories of people who weren’t ready and missed out, from the foolish virgins to Esau who “found no place of repentance, though he sought it carefully with tears.” [Heb. 12:17 KJV]

Consider Enoch, one of my heroes. The Bible says Enoch walked with God and God took him so he never tasted death (a picture of the Rapture?). Enoch had the distinction of fathering the man who lived longer than anyone else on earth, Methuselah. After Methuselah was born to Enoch at age 65,  Enoch started walking with God and continued for 300 years until God took him. Think of it: walking with God for 300 years, longer than the U.S. has been a country--from 1715 until now!--until the day God said, “Enough, come home with me now.”

 On the other hand, in Gen. 6:3 God says “My Spirit shall not strive with man forever… yet his days shall be one hundred and twenty years.” God will only deal with man and sin for so long until He likewise says, “Enough!” At the end of that 120 years He sent Noah’s flood and drowned every living creature.

Why do I say all this? To encourage God’s people that there is an end to every trial, every infirmity, every stressful situation, every period of mourning. Though it tarry long, allow God to have His way in your life and take you through it, though you have to slog through a day, an hour, or even one tear at a time. God is faithful. The time must come when He will say, “Enough!”

Jacob, when he thought he lost his son Joseph, said he would go down to the grave mourning for him (Gen. 37:35), but God had a better plan than that. Though it took 20 long years, suddenly Joseph turned up very much alive and in charge of all Egypt! And during that 20 years, Joseph went through some things himself. Though he had done nothing wrong, first he was sold into slavery in Egypt, then, because he feared God and wouldn’t sin with Potiphar’s wife, he was thrown into the dungeon where “they hurt his feet with fetters, he was laid in irons” [Psalm 105:18]. Even the butler who was supposed to help him get out, instead forgot him, adding 2 more years to his incarceration.

But still, the time came when God said, “Enough!” and suddenly, in one day he found himself 2nd in command to the Pharaoh himself! The Bible is full of stories like this: David running for his life from King Saul for 13 years (but then becoming king for 40), Abraham waiting 25 years for the promise of a son to materialize, Isaac and Rebekah waiting 20 years for Jacob and Esau to be born, Israel going through the 400 silent years before John the Baptist appeared, and on and on. Do we see a pattern, here?

 The Bible says in James 1:4 we are to “let patience have its perfect work, that [we] may be perfect and complete, lacking nothing.” And in Heb. 10:7—“For yet a little while, and He who is coming will come and will not tarry.” That “little while” the writer was speaking of has stretched into 2000 years! But it’s still just as true today as it was then. “The Lord is not slack concerning His promise, as some count slackness, but is longsuffering toward us, not willing that any should perish.”

The Mountain was Quiet

By David Hobbs

In Israel’s spiritual life, there were times of great activity and drama, and other times of quietness and peace. There were times when “the mountain burned with fire unto the midst of heaven, with darkness, clouds, and thick darkness.” [Deut. 4:11], times with …

“… the sound of a trumpet and the voice of words, so that those who heard it begged that the word should not be spoken to them anymore. (For they could not endure what was commanded: ‘And if so much as a beast touches the mountain, it shall be stoned or shot with an arrow. ‘And so terrifying was the sight that Moses said, ‘I am exceedingly afraid and trembling.’) [Heb. 12:19-21].

And there are times when "the waters of Shiloah that go softly” [Isa. 8:6], when “the work of righteousness shall be peace; and the effect of righteousness quietness and assurance for ever” [Isa. 32:17]. There are times when "the mountain is on a smoke,"and  times when the mountain lies quiet.

I experienced that last week. I was preaching two weeks in a row at two different churches, which always puts me under stress. Maybe regular pastors get used to it, but it still puts me under a lot of pressure--to hear the Lord’s voice and know what He wants to say through me, to get all the scriptures down, and most importantly: to discern the right weave through the pages of scriptures in order to flow in the stream of the Holy Spirit.

My first week I had woken up at 2:30 Sunday morning to pray and wait on the Lord, only to find that my computer was disconnected from the Internet and the printer. I had worked till breakfast on it and finally got the printer going so I could print out my notes. I still couldn’t reconnect to the Internet.

Now a week later I was back connected to the Internet and the printer, but other things kept going wrong. My frustra­tion level was rising, my patience had evaporated, and the demons were taking full advantage of the door I had opened to them in the spirit realm.  When I finally sat down to breakfast and tried to say grace, it became apparent how much bondage my giving vent to frustration had brought me.  I cried out in anguish, glad I was alone in the house. The spiritual oppression was like a cement wall sitting on me. “God,” I cried, “I’m sorry! Forgive me!” Then I became even more aware of the demonic oppression weighing down on me. “My God get them off me!” I cried out. In the moments of silence that followed, I felt like angels were indeed peeling them off one by one. 

After I finished my cereal I felt much better. I launched into song and began praising the Lord with a loud voice. For a long time I continued a barrage of singing and praising, casting down principalities and powers and proclaiming the victory of Jesus Christ on the cross. It covered me with a wave of triumph that infused my whole being!

The preaching had gone well, though it was a tough crowd.

After all that drama, when Monday rolled around I rested from spiritual things and turned to natural things, going through the mail and paying the bills for the past two weeks. In the afternoon I went and visited some people at the hospital.

That evening I was done with all that and wanted to pray and seek the Lord for a while, and that’s when I came to the realization that “the mountain was quiet.” I was at peace in the softly flowing waters of Shiloah, but so was the mountain. The Lord, at least regarding any manifestation or felt presence, seemed far away on His mountain. It was not the feeling of abandonment I get when I blow it and He leaves me to my own devices until I repent. There was peace between us, but also space.

I went in and lay on my bed. It was a different sensation: the mountain being quiet. As the room grew dark in the gathering dusk, I took stock. There was nothing else I wanted to do, nothing to hurry off to. The house was empty; I wasn’t hungry; I didn’t want to read or recreate or listen to music or sleep or anything else. So I lay there and pondered the moun­tain. “Lord I don’t have the energy to scale the mountain: to seek you vigorously for a breakthrough. But there’s nothing else I want other than you. Won’t you come to me in this room so we can spend some time together? Maybe I won’t have to climb the top of the mountain; maybe You can come to me.”

And He did. Gradually He made Himself known to me and I invited Him to sit in the chair by the bed. We had a time of the Holy Spirit quickening things to me and me praying them out. I asked to hear His voice and I imagined what it would be like if He suddenly spoke to me in an audible voice (but He didn’t). I thought of heaven and how I longed to be there and be part of the worship. I enthused how wonderful to be there pouring out everything within me in worship to the King.

Then it hit me. “Lord,” I said, “why would you leave the glories of heaven and come down to sit in this dark room with me?” It was unfathomable.

I still didn’t hear His voice, but a fleeting thought went through my mind: “Because you are here.”

“What!? You love me so much that You would leave the glories of heaven and come down and sit with me in this dark­ness?”

“Wasn’t that what Jesus did?”

I was crying now. That was what Jesus did.

The mountain was quiet, but God was there.

Encounter with the Heavenly Light

By David Hobbs

Heb. 6:12--... those who through faith and patience inherit the promises

Mike Harris was a young man in his early 20s searching for his way in life. His mother died when he was six but she made his father promise that after she was gone he would take Mike to church.

But it didn’t go well at the little church they went to. It seemed every year or two they would get a new pastor after the previous one ran off with the money or the secretary. By the time Mike was through high school he was through with church as well, “If this is Christianity, I don’t want anything to do with it,” he said to himself.

So in college he entered into the world with its drinking, drugs, and partying. But that left him feeling empty and dissatisfied as well. What was the answer and how would he find it? Somehow he got the notion into his head that if he would only read the Bible all the way through, he would find the answers he was looking for, and maybe what Christianity was all about as well.

He had taken a job with the Forest Service cruising timber in the winter months. Every day after he returned to the barracks, he would break out the Bible. He started at the beginning in Genesis and began reading straight through. But it was hard going, especially through all the laws of sacrifice in Leviticus and the chronologies in 1^st and 2^nd Chronicles. “My goodness,” he thought, “this Christianity stuff is really boring!”

The Forest Service had a basketball league for the winter employees that Mike played on for entertainment. After a game they would go out and get “all liquored up,” but no matter what shape he was in when he finally stumbled back to the barracks, he would doggedly take out his Bible and read some more. Whether it made sense or not, somehow he had to find the answers to the questions that were plaguing him.

Six months later, around March 1^st, Mike was down in Medford, Oregon at a basketball tournament. He thought he might as well look up an old girlfriend. When he did, he found that she had just had a glorious encounter with Jesus Christ. She was glowing with a huge smile.   “That’s great,” he said, “but it hasn’t worked for me.”

That night he was staying in her brother’s room at the family home. He had finally gotten to the Book of Psalms and was reading Psalm 16. I’ll let him tell what happened next:

As I was read­ing the 16th Psalm, I came upon the verse that says, "In his presence, there is fullness of joy; at his right hand there are pleasures for­evermore." Something really caught me on that verse, and I read it again and again, maybe ten times in a row. Each time, it became more per­sonal and more real.

  Now this is going to sound far out, but to the best of my abilities I'll try to explain what happened. There came an incredible sense of a light in the room, and it was very pure--not a light that was brightness. It was a light that was pure—something other than what would come out of a light bulb. Suddenly I had an intense feeling of unworthiness. Then it felt like someone had taken hold of my insides and was wringing them out like an old washcloth--wringing out everything. I had an unbelievable sense of emp­tiness. There was nothing inside me anymore. I was completely empty. I started crying, half out of fright and half out of this amazing feeling of emptiness. And then in the midst of my crying, the pure light that was in the room seemed to flow into me and fill me. At that exact moment, I knew without a shadow of doubt who Christ was. I knew that He was real, and I knew that I would live the rest of my life for Him.

That was March of 1974. In June, Mike showed up at the fire crew I was working on. Two months later, after seeing the joy and peace that Jesus had given him, and especially after seeing 3 stunning miracles through prayer on a fire in Idaho, I met this same Jesus who became my savior after years of atheism.

[You can read the whole story in my book: Out of the Fire, A Life Radically Changed]