Audience of One

When I was younger, I wrote five books of which one was published 3 years ago. Now in all these years, no one read any of them, even if the excitement to narrate the stories within would drag me whenever someone asked me about them.

Since I was writing them by hand, they would not be shared publicly, unlike today when one can publish an article and have it ably shared all about.

But back then, what kept me moving was an invisible inspiration. What kept me writing was internal — and when I delayed or hadn’t written long, I’d feel the Holy Spirit nudge me or have me unsettled until I performed the task.

What kept me going was unction. And not whether people liked the stories! This unction weighed heavier than feedback of men when placed on the scales of purpose. And I was doing alright.

Now God reminded me this when I whined that my blogs were not being read enough by the masses recently.

“The unction thrill kept you writing for hours in the night through the morning. So write like no one’s watching; Like you’re writing to me. I am watching. I love everything you write! I gave it in the first place. . .”

He’s here to remind you again of how it all was before you let the identity of your assignment or obligations be defined by the world’s reaction.

Pray like no one’s watching. Don’t be like a pharisee. Act like you were all alone in the garden: the first person to be created. And having no other existent.

“Write the songs and sing them to me.” He says. “I’ll be listening. I am always listening. Paint like you’re painting for me. I always love what you paint. Let your driving force be the indwelling unction — my inspiration — and not how many people are pleased with what you’ve done.”

The flaw here is when men ignore the unction or shove it back in because of the external factors. It’s allegorical of gaining the world and losing their soul: pleasing the souls, and ignoring the maker of souls. For how foolish it is, to ignore the very person that enables you to breathe — living by the comments of those who can’t even catch the wind.

As long as you’re alive, you must find satisfaction in the audience of one listening, and it is not ‘one’ as a common individual. But THE ONE: who matters most in your life. The God who made the heavens and the earth, and you. . .

I see you on a stage — huge theater hall, and no one else came to the show but this one person: God in flesh!

Well don’t be discouraged. He’s the only spectator that will continue watching you even after the stage vanishes.

Fly by His unction and nothing else. For if in Him ALL things consist, and by His breath all things wert, then it must be made known to you, that His reception, means all worlds (non existent and existent) are listening, for He was and is and is to come; all times, present and future, are paying attention; all gone saints and the assembly of heaven, are witnessing you in Him.

But because we can’t see Him, or them, we tend to be driven by the seen things; and yet He said we ought to walk by faith and not by sight.

But you’ll see Him. Your other eyes will open and you will see Him, seeing you. Along with everything else in Him. And knowing someone who’ll still be here 1000 years after you’re gone is watching you and listening, and giving a standing ovation, is — to me — comforting enough to know that He’ll publish what He saw of mine to whosoever will be alive at that time.

But — not to forget the context, we were talking about manifesting what’s within us to the world. Let’s run by that inward unction as opposed to the external factors like feelings, or feedback by the world!