One sentence stopped me in my tracks: “The Bible … rests on the assumption that God speaks.”1 With all the “words of knowledge” we had been getting, this spoke volumes to me. It was what my friend Bishop John Finney would describe as a “blob” experience—a moment of insight, a sudden encounter with truth. In the past few months I had been thrilled to hear the Spirit speaking to me and had paraded my stories in the pulpit like a centenarian with a telegram from the Queen. Most of us think God may,