WHOOPING FOR JESUS?
If you are familiar with black southern Baptist preaching, you will know that it involves a high level of expression of the voice, jumping from the left to the right, using your hands along with voice intonation that rises and lowers along with movements of the body, etc. This takes places all over the South every Sunday morning.
“Whooping” is very present in Brazil also. Brazilian preachers whoop as if God has a hot iron on their backs, and the only way to get it out is to whoop. I honestly do not find it offensive or out of character for a preacher to so do some whooping.
You see, the Holy Spirit is the individual existence of a conscious person (as defined by Tommy Tyson), working inside of you and making things happen for which you have waited for many years. I heard Johnny Ray preach in Brazil, and he was whooping. The power of God came into the sanctuary of God and burned over 100 souls with the presence of God.
These are days when “whooping” must indicate intimacy with God. I cannot preach without feeling. I cannot preach without movement. I cannot preach without shouting. I cannot preach without raising my voice. It is a normal reaction to what God is doing in that particular service. You should follow me in my schedule of preaching this coming February 2009. These churches need some live preaching. It is not a show. I am not trying to get their attention; it is because the Holy Spirit is hot over my soul, burning with conviction and my body feels the presence of the Living God.
When Joshua (Joshua 5:13) went to wait on the Lord near Jericho, seeking the presence of the Lord as to know how to battle the heavily armored Jericho, God sent to him the Commander of the armies of the Living God. Joshua prostrated himself to the ground. It says Joshua fell face down before the angel of God. Tell me, what prevents me from falling face down before my God on a Sunday morning. What prevents me from shouting and praising Him on Sunday morning?
I want to ask you something. Hundreds of houses of worship are empty. First Methodist Church in Athens is not even half filled. First Assembly of God has many empty pews. First Presbyterian can harbor many visitors for the pews are empty. Tell me what is an evangelist to do. Be quiet? Try to please others and gain their respect? NO, NO, NO. I will shout and I will proclaim that My God is alive over this depression and recession created by man. My God owns all the cattle on a thousand hills. My God pays all the bills. My God is shouting and asking these questions: “Why you do not praise Me? Why do you do not worship Me? Why you do not do some whooping in My house of prayer instead of reading liturgy and feeling morbid and condemned?”
Rejoice always, I say rejoice. In tribulation, in persecution, in trouble, in pain, in hunger, in thirst, REJOICE!!
“BEHOLD, I STAND AT THE DOOR AND KNOCK. IF ANYONE HEARS MY VOICE AND OPENS THE DOOR, I WILL COME IN AND EAT WITH HIM, AND HE WITH ME.” – Revelation 3:20
Rick Bonfim


