@JesusFan,
When I was brought to salvation in Christ, I happened to be in a Sunday worship service. I was raised in a family that regularly attended church, but I do not ever recall hearing the gospel, definitely did not understand it and many, many, many years later after I stopped attending weekly services and then returned, I had, at best, a factual knowledge of the gospel's message. There was absolutely zero experiential understanding. I was out Friday and Saturday nights doing things no Christian should do. God had brought me to a point where I knew and understood a need for change, but I hadn't a clue what that meant in any substantive or practical sense. To this day, the craziest part about it all is that I found myself in a conservative, evangelical, charismatic Episcopal congregation led by a serial adulterer. One of the assistant ministers preached the morning I was converted from life to death. At the end of his message he asked a fairly innocuous question, "
How many of you have had a difficult week?" He said a little more than that, but I raised my hand, along with many others. He said some words about slavery and bondage, citing the Hebrew experiences in Egypt and Babylon, and then he invited everyone whose hand was raised to stand up and have people around them pray for them. I immediately thought, "
Oh cr@p! This is an alter call. That sneak snuck an altar call in!" But I also thought, "
Look, you've been farting around here for a while. Maybe it's time to give this Jesus thing some serious attention." So, I decided to come clean, repent, ask Jesus to be my Lord and Saviour, and do Christianity.
A number of people gathered around, placing their hands on me, while I started verbally disclosing as much of my wrongdoing as I could recall in the moment (without taking up the entire service to do so). I was serious. I confessed all the drug use and drug dealing I'd been doing, the sexual gratification and avarice, the theft, the violence, and more. Then I shut up and
silently prayed to God, "
Okay, God. If this is for real, then I want to be changed. I don't want to be slain in the Spirit flailing on the floor doing the alligator, no foaming at the mouth, knocking my head on the floor or banging my shins on the seats. I want to know I am a different person today, before I walk out the doors today." And then something very unusual happened, something I cannot explain except it be God.
One of the men standing next to me, said exactly what I was
silently praying. He said, "
Heavenly Father, let [Josh] know this is for real, that he has been changed. Let him know he does not have to be slain in the Spirit flailing on the floor doing the alligator, no foaming at the mouth, knocking his head on the floor or banging his shins on the seats. Let him know he is a different person right now, and when he walks out the door this morning, he has been changed."
Heard it with my own ears. Experienced it. Witnessed it.
That was over 40 years ago, and the change has held true. I was changed that day and remain changed to this day.
So, what would you call
that guy? Prophet? If not a prophet, then what? Lucky guesser?

Oh, wait, that's not in the Bible

. A mind-reader?
The rector's adultery was eventually discovered and was replaced by a more trustworthy steward. The congregation divided over it, with half wanting the congregation to remain charismatic and the other half wanting more traditional Episcopalianism. I grew and grew but eventually left to worship and fellowship elsewhere, traversing much of the Chirstian spectrum of doctrine and practice before eventually settling within what is commonly known as Reformed Theology (but even here I do not fit into the prescribed viewpoints neatly). I have seen a LOT of scriptural eisegetes and doctrinal inbreds, both on the stage and sitting next to me in the pew or at a meal. Christians can be very wack. The wack can be very visible when the existence of modern-day prophets and apostles is the topic of discussion. Many here may consider themselves cessationists (of one degree or another) but I believe God spoke to that man and the words I heard were inspired by God not that man's flesh or fleshly faculties.
What title would
you give the man whose supplication mirrored my own verbatim?