LOVE is out there.
LOVE so amazing and sweet and fulfilling and thrilling…beyond words!
This LOVE is our highest calling…and it is our destiny.
But the only way we will find this LOVE is if we decide to not settle for anything less.
God, too.
Here.
Now.
With you.
The two of you…
The possibilities are amazing.
The opportunity is beyond what you know.
“Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more
Than all we ask or imagine, according to His power that is at work within us…”
So…what are you going to do?
Maybe wander in your mind, among stray, random thoughts?
Maybe think some more about what you want to eat for dinner?
Maybe update your FB status?
Maybe worry about tomorrow?
Or…you could, by His grace, resist the tyranny of the immediate,
And the vortex of self-centeredness,
And launch out into Holy Ghost Improv.
Right there where you are.
You could pray,
Or worship,
Or intercede for the person in the cubicle next to you.
Or you could step out on the street and reach out to your neighbors
With the love and Presence of God.
Carpe Diem!
CARPE AETERNITAS!!!
(Martin Luther nailing his 95 theses to Wittenburg Church door)
Time for a new Reformation!!!
Rise up, O men of God!
The church for you doth wait,
Her strength unequal to her task;
Rise up and make her great!
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A mighty fortress is our God, a bulwark never failing;
Our helper He, amidst the flood of mortal ills prevailing:
For still our ancient foe doth seek to work us woe;
His craft and pow’r are great, and, armed with cruel hate,
On earth is not his equal.
Did we in our own strength confide, our striving would be losing.
Were not the right Man on our side, the Man of God’s own choosing:
Dost ask who that may be? Christ Jesus, it is He;
Lord Sabaoth, His Name, from age to age the same,
And He must win the battle.
And though this world, with devils filled, should threaten to undo us,
We will not fear, for God hath willed His truth to triumph through us;
The Prince of Darkness grim, we tremble not for him;
His rage we can endure, for lo, his doom is sure,
One little Word shall fell him.
That Word above all earthly pow’rs, no thanks to them, abideth!
The Spirit and the gifts are ours through Him Who with us sideth!
Let goods and kindred go, this mortal life also;
The body they may kill: God’s truth abideth still!
His kingdom is forever!
And it really happened. The Holy Spirit of God really showed up, and life would never be the same. And yet so many in the Church today are spiritually asleep because they have neglected such an amazing spiritual birthright. But it’s never too late — blessed are those who hunger, for they will be filled…
Here is a short video I made about the coming of the Holy Spirit, then and now:
There is an old magicians’ trick called misdirection. With it, a magician distracts his audience and gets them to focus on something unimportant (perhaps with his left hand), while he is setting up the real trick with his right hand. And then — du-du-duuuuhh!!! — the bunny appears, seemingly from nowhere. (OMG, DID YOU FREAKING SEE THAT??!!) Wikipedia defines this as a form of deception.
Dude, in the same way, the “old magician” is still up to his old tricks. And distraction is one of his fave things to do. Sometimes I call it “the tyranny of the immediate.” Let’s say that I have decided to spend more time with Jesus. And then all hell seems to break loose and many things “just have to be dealt with.” Or maybe I get pulled once again into the vortex of Facebook for an hour or more. And before I know it, a week has gone by and I have spent little or no time with the Lover of my soul — the One who created me from nothing and redeemed me with His own blood. And what is my excuse? Uh…well…stuff happens.
“…the people that know their God shall be strong, and do exploits.” (Daniel 11:32)
What an amazing time to be alive! What an incredible adventure is unfolding in our cities and across the planet! Aslan is on the move! As the Light and darkness intensify, and as we prepare for the Son of Man to return, God is desiring to pour out unparalleled anointing and blessings to those who are paying the price to really know Him. What a tragic thing it would be to look back on this time and realize that, like Esau, we traded away our amazing inheritance for a bowlful of unsatisfying sludge and distraction.
Rise up, O men of God!
Have done with lesser things.
Give heart and mind and soul and strength
To serve the King of kings.
Rise up, O men of God!
The kingdom tarries long.
Bring in the day of brotherhood
And end the night of wrong.
Rise up, O men of God!
The church for you doth wait,
Her strength unequal to her task;
Rise up and make her great!
Lift high the cross of Christ!
Tread where His feet have trod.
As brothers of the Son of Man,
Rise up, O men of God!
There has never been a time in the history of the human race when we have needed clear vision and understanding like we need them now. There has never been a time in our history when so many various shades of darkness have been trying to pass themselves so convincingly as Light.
“I counsel you to buy from me gold refined in the fire, so you can become rich; and white clothes to wear, so you can cover your shameful nakedness; and salve to put on your eyes , so you can see.” (Revelation 3:18)
This gold is refined in the fire of intimacy. It comes as we close ourselves off from the world and we press past distraction and sin and boredom and insecurity, and press in to know Him. It is here, in the Secret Place, that we behold His Glory and are transformed. And transformation brings clearer vision. The ability to see farther. And most importantly, the ability to see details “up close and personal” — to view with eyes of intimacy the one who is “closer than a brother.”
And it is here, in the secret place of intimate passion, that we begin to dance, heart-to-heart, with the Lover of our souls. And as we gaze into His eyes, He launches out, and we delightedly (and successfully) dance with Him through the mine fields of this often-deadly life, so close to His heart that when He makes a small move, we move with Him. When He stops, we stop. We know the small, still whisper of His voice, so close in our ears. And we walk (dance) into the fullness of or our inheritance, secure in the knowledge of His Presence.
And this side of Heaven, it doesn’t get any better than this.
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