Last week I was telling you
about some men who knew God. This past week I got a letter from Jeana Crane . In her letter she said some things that reminded me
of Hegge Iverson. I haven’t thought about him in some time, but he was one more
unusual man who knew God like few men I ever known. Hegge was the JEMA conference
speaker in Karuizawa in 1979. You and Ted might have heard him. He told stories like I have never heard from
anyone.
“I’m crying.”
“Why are you crying.”
‘Because I am filled with grief.”
‘Because I am filled with grief.”
“Have you ever thought about
being filled with the Holy Spirit?”
What a remark! In great
humility Hegge, replied, “Lord Jesus, would you please tell me what it is to be
filled with Your Spirit and how I can be Spirit-filled?”
Hegge was a genuine
Pentecostal but he tore up Pentecostals more than I any man I have ever heard.
No conservative could have peeled them as hard as he did from that pulpit. But
the stories he told… .
He had a counseling center in
Seattle, Burden Bearers. His motto was “We can help you”. He always used the
plural pronoun even when his staff was only four – he, the Father, Son, and
Holy Spirit. But he always talked about his Boss.
One day a Jewish lady walked
in that was virtually a vegetable. She had been to every psychiatrist in the Seattle area and had been in a revolving door to mental
hospitals for 18 years. A Jewish rabbi was a close friend of Hegge and
recommend that she go see him.
When she first came in and
started to tell Hegge about her problem, he said, “You must meet my Boss. He is
a world famous psychiatrist who specializes in difficult cases just like yours.”
“Does he live here in Seattle ?”
“Yes.”
“Is there any way that I could
see him?”
“Yes. I will call him tonight
and set up an appointment. But I promise you, come in tomorrow and I will have
a hand written note from Him for you.”
She was thrilled! But after
she left, Hegge got down and his knees and pleaded, “Lord Jesus, You have got
to give me something to say to this woman.” Then the verse in John 4:25, 26
came to his mind. So he got a sheet of paper and wrote, “The woman saith unto
Him, ‘We know that the Messiah cometh, which is called Christ’…and Jesus saith
unto her, ‘I that speak to thee am He’.”
The next morning the lady came
in tingling with excitement. “Did you get hold of that psychiatrist last night?
Can He see me?”
“Yes I did. I spoke with Him about
you. He is coming soon but first He gave me a note to give to you.” Hegge
handed her the piece of paper with the note on it and told her, “Now read the
entire message and don’t respond until you have read the whole thing.”
She read the message and looked
at Hegge with perplexity. “They told us at the synagogue that Jesus was just a
man.” Hegge responded, “This says He is the Messiah. Now we are going to talk to
Him.”
“But they told us that He is
dead.”
“Lady, I don’t talk to dead people.
Now kneel down and we are going to talk to Him.”
“But I don’t see Him”
“Your eyes will be opened as
soon as you get on your knees.”
And Hegge led her in prayer
to accept Jesus as her savior.
When they got up off the
floor he instructed, “Now Jesus has several things He wants you to do. He wants
you to go to a hair dresser and get a permanent. Next he wants you to throw away
your house coat. (She was in the habit of not getting dressed each day but
always went around the house in an old ragged house coat.) Next He wants you to
wash that stack of dishes in the sink.”
Six weeks later her husband
called Hegge saying that he wanted to see him. He came in astounded and asked, “What
in the world did you do to my wife?! She has been to every psychiatrist in Seattle and no one could help her. She went to you and came home
transformed. She is beautiful! The house is spotless. There isn’t a dish in the
sink. As soon as she uses a dish it gets washed immediately. And she goes
around the house all day singing! What did you do?!
Hegge replied, “She met my Boss.” And the man
said, “I want to meet Him too.”
Hegge said, “I am a story teller.
The reason I am a story teller is because my Lord was a story teller. Jesus
never taught a spiritual truth without telling a story to illustrate it.” In 53
years I have heard thousands of messages – very few of which I remember. But 31
years later I can recall Hegge Iverson messages like they were a CD burned in
my brain.
He told about a lady who
called one day and demanded, “Brother Iverson, are you filled with the Holy
Ghost?”
“I’m sorry maam but I can’t
discuss that over the telephone.”
“Brother Iverson, I live on
the Olympic peninsula and I don’t want to waste my time coming across to see
anyone who isn’t filled with the Holy Ghost.”
“Well maam you come in anyway
and I believe we can help you.”
Hegge hung up the telephone,
went out and said to the receptionist, “Great day, she’s got yellow teeth. She
is huge. Her hair is a mess and her stockings are rolled down.”
The receptionist asked, “Who
is that?”
“The person I just talked to on
the phone.”
Hegge said the receptionist
looked at him like she should call 911 and get some help for him. But he told
her, “She is coming in tomorrow morning at 9:00 o’clock and you will see.” Hegge said it was just like he was looking at her
on a screen as he to talked with her.
The next morning at 8:50 the receptionist came in Hegge’s office and gasped, “She’s
got yellow teeth. She is huge. Her hair is a mess and her stocking are rolled
down.”
When she came in, Hegge got
out his clip board and began to interview her asking pertinent questions –
name, age, married, saved, etc. Then he asked, “Is your husband a Christian”
“No!”
“Why isn’t he saved?”
“Because he hates Jesus.”
“No, he doesn’t hate Jesus.
He hates that hypocrite inside of you! He hates that 5 pound box of chocolate
you have hidden under the bed, and he hates all those sacks of potato chips you
have scattered all over the bedroom. He hates that hypocrite inside of you! You talk about your baptism of the Holy
Ghost, but, lady, you don’t know a thing about the Spirit of Christ!” At
that she burst into tears and wailed. She was in the habit of always dieting and
not have her meals with the family. But she would go in the bedroom and gorge herself
with hidden chocolate and potato chips.