It couldn’t be clearer: by way of prophecy, God speaks through us into the lives of others. That’s what the guy with the infectious smile was doing when he shared the picture of the sword carrying the word envy, it’s what the preacher did when he pulled me out of the crowd and read my mail, it’s what the South African did when she texted me the warning about buying that house, and it’s what Bill did when he sent me the message about the poor and palaces. It’s even what I managed to do (completely unwittingly) that day with David in the pub.
