Hanging with the Boys (part 4)

Back to the GZAB. . . After the barbershop, we went back to the manager and his friends. As we were sitting there, I just started looking around and started getting words for guys. For the manager, I told him that he looked like his uncle and that really respected and wanted to be like his uncle—even more than his father. He said that I was right. I also told another one of the guys that he dominated a game on the PlayStation 2 and he started laughing because that was true, too. For another one of the guys, Salaar, I told him that he had a gift with children and that he wanted many of them. I also told him that he had a close relationship with his mother and considered her to be one of his good friends. He turned really red and confirmed all of it. Let me take a second here to tell what the Lord told me. I kept asking for words that would freak people out, and He told me, “What difference does it make how freaky the word is if it gets the job done?” Seriously, some people just need to hear Jesus loves you and they’re brought to faith. Others can hear their phone number and grades from third grade and they still won’t be convinced. In other words, it’s not always about accuracy. In fact, we saw a ton of ministry get started because we gave a wrong word. Anyway, as we were winding down with the manager and his friends, I saw one of the guys following us into the elevator—before we left and I had the impression he wanted to talk to us alone. Then, as we were actually leaving, one of the guys, Salaar, followed us into the elevator and wanted to come to our room.