We need to be ready to come to God without presuppositions as preacher/teachers. if we have already determined that the 'word' for the meeting is 'repent' then we are liable to preach a good word out of season.
When I was younger in the faith and enamoured by Finney and Wesley and Whitfield (and I still love those guys), I would endeavor to preach the gospel just like they did, laying heavy emphasis on repentance and fear and hellfire. My heart was in the right place, but I still had an inadequate understanding of grace...and therefore the results I sought - and, yes, I did seek results - were not ultimately what I had expected. I would see short term fear, tears, transformation in the youth and adults I preached to, but these results would never last. It was like trying to start a campfire with wet wood and dry paper. The paper would blaze brightly beneath the wood, and for a moment you think the wood was aflame, but then the paper turned to ash and the wood smouldered and you realize it was just the paper making all those flames.
O, how I would burn with zeal and cry out and speak of hell as if I'd been there. How I would trumpet "Repent or perish!" and thump my Bible on the pulpit. I was 100% genuine; I really wanted to get that fire going. I would see the initial flames: the tears, the kids running to the altar, the warmth of people lfting their hands worshipping God as the guitars played and drums beat out a rhythm.
I had no understanding of grace at that time...because I hadn't failed. I was surging on victory; a victory that rested on my perception of sin, and how, up until that time, I had refrained from yielding to. I ascribed my victory to pertinacious Bible study and prayer. I would force myself to read, force myself to swallow the peas and carrots and spinach of God's Word in methodical fashion. After all, that's what my heros, E.M. Bounds and Finney and Ravehill told me to do. I couldn't be of any use to God unless the Bible was beneath my nose 24/7 and I was prostrate and weeping.
Well, I praise God now for His grace. I bless God for the word of His Spirit in my life, and that His ways are not like ours. I bless the God that used Haman's gallows on Haman and instead exhalted Mordecai and put him on Ahasuerus' royal horse. The most precious thing a child of God can have is a right view of the grace of his Father. Not a skewered view like many teach; not an antinomian view, or a blasphemous view that engenders lasciviousness and flesh, but a real, Biblical and accurate perception that leads to genuine holiness and a love for God's Word, to unfeigned humility and charity to one's neighbor.
I found that I couldn't have these growth spurts until God brought be through some failures. Notice I didnlt say God "led me into" some failures. I led myself into them, He brought me through them. For me, they were necessary. I was so full of myself and my Whitefieldesque trumpeting, my Finney emulation, my fixation on Wesleyian piety. I had to be broken somehow. For men, this is usually accomplished via moral failure.
Now, because of grace, the Lord is using me in ways I never fathomed...and the results are different from before. I don't need guitars and drums and soul-hot pleadings. I can use them if I want, but they are not the cause for the effect. The Lord is now bringing people to me, and I just speak to them as led by God, and I don't worry about results; I have rest knowing the Word of God never returns to the Father empty-handed.
And the testimonies the Father allows to [i]return to me[/i] are truly amazing. Never in a million years...
Brother Paul