On Judging Angels

By Dorothy Mitchell

Or do you not know that the saints will judge the world? And if the world is to be judged by you, are you incompetent to try trivial cases? Do you not know that we are to judge angels? How much more, then, matters pertaining to this life! (1 Corinthians 6:2-3 ESV).

Do you find this passage intimidating? I do. It calls and reminds me to be holy, blameless, kind, and loving justice and mercy. What do I know of angels, other than that they are servants of the King of Kings? Although I have grown to see them more often, I know precious little of their world or their tasks. How could I consider myself qualified for this task? How would I know whether they did well, or poorly? And why would Paul admonish the church to think of itself in this role?

But what if — what if we were already doing our jobs? Our souls are quick to judge! We do it almost automatically, without thinking. And while there certainly are times when we need to rein in our souls, maybe we don’t need to overthink this verse quite so much. We can approach our roles with confidence and intention, without being too bold. Here’s why I think so.

On October 10th, 2021, I awoke from a dream that illuminated this ordinary sense of what it means to judge angels.

In the dream, I watched a similar scenario replay again and again: a scene at most, a single beat in the context of a larger plot. A satellite filled with explosives and power had unexpectedly dropped out of orbit — purposely dislodged and booby-trapped by the Enemy. It had enormous destructive power ready to release on impact with the Earth. Where the falling satellite was poised to land and what a small hard-working team of earth and space defenders did to contain the damage and preserve human life was different every time, so the outcome varied greatly. Sometimes the defense team was able to divert the satellite to land in the ocean or the countryside. Sometimes they were able to slow its descent, or if it was still too close to a city, to land it on top of a bridge or an evacuated building. Always, they managed to avert the worst of the disaster and spare human life, infrastructure, and livelihood to a greater or lesser extent.

I became aware that other people were watching these scenarios with me. They were believers I knew who did not realize that the events they were watching were supernaturally shaped, and that what they saw was truth, not entertainment or fiction. They freely and animatedly discussed each scene as if it were a complete and engrossing movie, rating and critiquing each iteration of it. They judged the beauty and impressiveness of the final explosion, and how big the resulting blast was, as if they were special effects. They judged the success of the mission and the loss of human life relative to the other scenarios and to the loss of life, if the defense team had done nothing. They critiqued the team’s cooperation, plans, and strategies, and suggested improvements in efficiency and efficacy. The believers applied their own knowledge as chemists, engineers, and lovers of space to the problem, and discussed among themselves why this tool or technology or action would be viable, or not viable, if the defense team had tried it instead. Their final assessment was usually satisfied appreciation.

Whether they believe that God and his angels are involved in world events or not, people constantly sit in judgment of world events, such as COVID-19, famine, or war, or earthly cataclysms like earthquakes, volcanoes, hurricanes, or fires. When believers look at history and current events, we often marvel at how close humanity came to devastation — but didn’t — or disaster struck, but not as badly as it could have. We discuss these things with each other. Sometimes we are so amazed and in awe that we give thanks to God. In gratitude, we refer to the Jewish concept of dayenu: if he had done this much, it would have been enough. And many times, he does more. With these words, we do implicitly judge the efforts and activities of the angels based on the outcomes that we can see.

When we think of judging, I think a lot of us default to thinking of a grading scale from A to F, or 1-5 stars, of good to bad or right to wrong.

But if we switch to the paradigm of the household of the King, one of our privileges as sons is to report on how well the servants are doing. We can ask for their discipline, yes, but that may be called for rarely! Far more often, we might recommend them for promotion, request backup, or just put in a good word for them. Because even if we can’t tell what might have been done differently or better, though we may feel unqualified, we usually know intuitively when something has gone unusually very, very right. When we don’t know what else to say, we can celebrate, honor, and affirm them! “Wow, that was hard work! I’ve noticed you have been posted there a long time. Can we intercede for you to get some rest and relief?”

Word cloud generated at ABCYA.com.

There are many positive, encouraging words: genius, quick, right on time, comforting, encouraging, helpful. Our appreciation and our praise serves as a kind of judgment. Even more directly, we can say, Good job. Well done.

We can relax because the final decision is not our responsibility. So let the judging begin! While we put in our two cents, it is up to the Master to decide on their actual wages and rewards.

Out of Religion, Into Relationship: Part 2

By Dorothy Mitchell

Continuing the story of my journey into an experiential relationship with God.

The Turning Point. My existential distress during my college years came to a head in an unexpected way. I can’t even explain why what happened hit me so hard. At the time, I was living in a dorm for women in the center of campus that had an unofficial reputation for being the virgin dorm.

One day, I was studying in my room when a girl raced down the hall pursued by a pack of boys, who cornered her just outside my door while one of the boys pressured the girl for a date. (Ironically, the boy was in the same religion class that pushed me to familiarize myself with the branches of Christianity I had not been exposed to before, which for me were Pentecostal and Charismatic churches.) Alarmed, I propped my door open in an attempt to give the girl an escape. She did not take it, but succumbed to the pressure and gave the boy her number.

I am not usually an impulsive person, but on this occasion I was so angry I was ready to run out and do something rash. However, the girl did not want anyone to retaliate on her behalf. I filed a report, honoring her choice, but inwardly I wrestled with my anger and my impotence, pursuing justice solely on paper. That was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

I cried out to God that my ways were not working; I had tried everything in my own strength and had failed to change myself one iota. I had no resilience. I could not cope with my moody, whiplash emotions or the pressures I put on myself. I needed God to change my life and my heart so I could live in the way Jesus had promised.

I did not receive any answer at that time, but soon after, my mom was introduced to the process of HeartSync, and I sensed this might be the tool that I needed in order to change. I was also introduced to Silicon Valley Healing Rooms, where I felt the undeniable presence of God for the first time and began to learn how to listen and hear from God by seeking words of knowledge before praying for physical healing. In the years since, other gifts and modes of communication unlocked: tongues, discernment, and dancing. More importantly, my inner stability and foundation in Christ has become more and more firm.

I have continued to seek God, listen for his voice, receive ministry for the shattered and broken pieces of my heart, and renounce the vows of religion and stoicism that captured me. It has been my pleasure to engage with and learn from teachers, evangelists, healers, and prophets from a great many ministries. It is my honor and joy now to help others restore the lines of communication in a living relationship with our Living God, Jesus, and Holy Spirit in their many roles as Father, Friend, Shepherd, Banner, Defender, King, Teacher, and Creator.

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Out of Religion, Into Relationship: Part 1

By Dorothy Mitchell

This is the story of my journey to wholehearted healing and connection.

The Setup. I grew up in a very small evangelical church with liberal leanings relative to the rest of the Church of Christ denomination. They embraced women as capable leaders, deacons, teachers, and servants within the church partly out of necessity because of their small population, but also out of general Bible study and local professional attitudes. The church denominational theology was organized around the cessationist premise that the gifts of the Holy Spirit ceased after the time of the first apostles. My congregation neither endorsed nor repudiated that belief directly, and I had no experience or knowledge that would cause me to question that premise or its effects.

Dorothy drinking from the old church fountain

Although the church hesitantly leaned in the direction of the Holy Spirit more and more as the years went on, the endeavor was of the cautious-blind leading the cautious-blind. We didn’t know that agreements in the spirit stick around until they are explicitly refuted or put down. We had very little grid for God’s heavenly kingdom and great fear of passion, mysticism, and the unknown.

Deep in my heart, I knew the spiritual world was real. I knew some people heard God and had a personal relationship with Jesus. Yet I could not seem to grasp it for myself. I grew increasingly disenchanted and frustrated with the evangelical world’s flat take on a seemingly one-sided relationship with a Jesus who could not talk back. Though I agreed in theory that such a relationship was crucial to my Christian walk, I could not make mine come alive, and no one seemed equipped to teach me how to make it bi-directional and real. Prayer felt very close to useless. But Holy Spirit had plans to guide me deeper.

The Commitment. I had always known I wanted to be baptized someday, but I felt I could not make the commitment in good conscience until I felt that I was willing to give my whole life to follow Jesus. One night I had a dream that I knew came from the Holy Spirit. I saw a white and purple flag featuring the dove of the Holy Spirit waving in my dream. In the dream, I was teaching some children about Jesus, who stood behind them. The children confronted me and asked me how I could teach them about him if I had not committed and was not baptized myself?

When I woke up, I knew it was time.

I felt nothing in particular during the baptism event, but Holy Spirit began to show me things. One time he even downloaded an entire parable to me. While I was applying to college, I would idly ask God where I would be in the future and I would receive faint glimpses in the blink of an eye. Later in the year, I recognized myself in those places he showed me. This brought me reassurance about my purpose and my destiny. I did not want to assume I knew where God wanted to send me. Eventually, I settled on Hope College in Michigan where I could pursue creative writing, art, and Japanese in an environment that encouraged its students to grow in their Christian walk.

Finally, finally, I would be allowed to nourish my passions with people who also wanted to be in school, with people as motivated as myself! I fully expected to flourish, but instead I attained accolades and success without thriving. I was frequently too anxious to enjoy my freedom. I made many acquaintances but struggled to make strong friendships, which came lowest on my priority scale. I felt chronically battered and exhausted. I realized I had absorbed toxic expectations and habits from twelve years of school that I did not know how to unlearn. I continued to do my work and enjoyed my classes, but outside of class I felt something was dreadfully wrong. I did not know how to live as a whole human being.

Have you also experienced such an existential crisis? Stay tuned for the conclusion of this story of hope.