Not a Word, Not a Look, Not a Movement

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Not a Word,
Not a Look, Not a Movement

It was a day that began like most. I woke early, clothed
myself, got ready, made breakfast and walked out the door. Only this morning
was different. I was going on a ride… a ride that I will never forget.

Shortly, I found myself about 3 hours from home picking up
an older gentleman. We had a couple quick stops to make, one at a local restaurant
and another to drop off a package and before we knew it, we were headed down
the thicket-lined highways back towards home.

As we were riding, his personality was nowhere to be found
and all I was left with was 3 hours of East Texas road and no one to talk to. He
never said a word, he never looked me in the eyes, and in fact, he never even
moved. We jammed to the musical arts of Ozzy Osborne, The Toadies, a few East
Texas country radio stations and even some Tejano for about an hour. During the
course of this time, I thought to myself, “I bet he has NEVER accomplished all
this in one ride before!�

It was just that
thought that got me thinking…

…and then it hit me…

I never had
COMPASSION

on an

UNKNOWN DEAD MAN

before!

 

Quickly, the most important question came up…

 

Had
he ever experienced the love of the Father?

No, not an
“experience� from a church or an emotional high experience from listening to
some good ol’ preacher or a new-age worship band but a full-blown-all-out Holy
Spirit experience, one that crushes every paradigm that we have heard, been
taught or believed for years. I wonder if he had ever felt the touch of Jesus?
It only takes one….

 

Was the Kingdom inside of him?

 

Suddenly,
all of my previous questions began to make a little more sense! An experience
leads to a feast that creates a yearning for Papa’s heart and desires to unfold
within us and to continue on earth. It leads to a realization of our identity
and authority, which leads us to a life of abandonment, brokenness, dependency,
and empowerment. Did this man have the Kingdom inside of him? …If so, his life
was full of joy, adventure and continued encounters with Holy Spirit. He saw
things happen that aren’t “normal�. He spoke words into people breathing new
life. He was passionate about the Father’s heart and where He wanted to go. He
was a lover of training and building up the people of God. He loved those who
the Father loved and he had experienced the experience of a lifetime. As his
life unfolded, so did the Kingdom of God before him. But was this the truth?
Was this really what his life was like??

 

Did experiencing the Father’s heart day in and day out fuel him?

 

When we sit
back and look at it, that’s what really matters isn’t it? It’s our encounters
with Daddy that shape us. It’s in those experiences with Holy Spirit that we
realize that we are who God says we are… not what we have been taught to be… It’s
those times like when I was on that bench in Lilongwe, under that mango tree in
Beira, on that sidewalk in Xining, riding in the “sweat box� in Kuala Krai, at
that wedding party in Conroe, or that hospital room in Crockett. It’s in those
times that we transition from living in Black &
White to FULL-COLOR! It’s
encountering HIS HEART that changes our whole world, what we do, who we love,
our experiences in life, our personality, our every step, etc… leading to a Kingdom
breather, one who changes atmospheres and breaks down walls, one who claims
Truths and watches principalities fall, one who heals the sick and calls forth
life, one who lives dreams and frees nations, one who’s life is evidence of the
Father’s heartbeat….

 

Now I ask you,

What have you experienced with the
Father lately?

What fuels your every move?

Look around, there WILL be fruit of it….