Something’s been stirring on the inside of me lately. I’m not entirely sure how to put my
finger on it and explain what it is, other than to say that I think my spirit’s
being awakened again. It’s not
necessarily that it’s been dormant; rather that it hasn’t been activated.
Part of that’s my fault.
I’m feeling that restlessness give birth again. It’s not the kind of restlessness that
makes me want to move from country to country though; it’s the kind of
restlessness that makes me want to see things happen. I want to see things start happening.
The thing is that I’ve been okay with letting my spirit
settle and God’s reminding me with a groan on the inside that this isn’t the
way that a normal Christian life should be lived. A normal Christian life should be supernatural to the world
around it. Things should be
released. Things need to be
happening that cannot be explained.
I’m tired of sitting around on my duff talking about the
good old days. Some days I feel
like a veteran of war who sits in his rocking chair and reminisces on the
battles from his youth. Better
yet, sharing stories of those who went out into the jungles and fought while
they sat in the mess hall and peeled potatoes. I feel like nowadays all I do is talk about stories from my
World Race experience.
I don’t have any real new experiences to talk about.
When I was on the foreign mission field, new stories were
birthed every day. It was uncommon
to come home at the end of the day and not have something amazing to share, a
story of a miracle or something that God did. I can think of maybe three or four good ones from the past
nine months.
It’s not that I’m not doing ministry; I’ve just compromised
with what a ‘normal’ day should look like. I’ve let America’s idea of the supernatural influence me too
much.
And I’m tired of it.
You might be wondering what sparked this little taunt on
living a boring Christian life.
The truth is I’m sitting on a plane as I write. I’ve been hungering for something out
of the ordinary to happen (you know, something supernatural). When I sat down in my seat I had a
vision of a heart struggling to beat and I heard the words “left ventricle”. Mind you: I know nothing about human anatomy.
To make a long story short: we had to make an emergency landing
in Columbus, Ohio. Did I pray for
the guy? Yes. But I kept my butt firmly planted in my
seat. Did I think about asking the
flight attendant if I could pray for the guy? Yes, I though about it. I just didn’t act on anything. It’s stuff like this that I’m tired of.
I can only imagine some people sitting there reading this
and nodding their head in agreement.
But what are we doing about it?
I think I’m going to start giving up one of my nights. Each week I’m going to do a ‘treasure
hunt’ and go have fun with God.
Wonder what that is? I
guess you’ll find out. I’m also
going to pray and ask God for a word for each person that I’m planning on
meeting with on any given day. I
want to be an encouragement. And
lastly, whether I have the gift or not, I’m going to boldly step up and pray
healing into people. No matter who
I see, whether they’re in a wheelchair, on crutches, or living with Downs
Syndrome.
I’m going to pray for healing.
Why? Because I
believe that God’s into healing people.
And He’s sure to use ready and willing people.
I speak this spirit
back to life in Jesus’ name! I
speak BOLDNESS and COURAGE into it!
I prophesy an ability to see things that others cannot see in an effort
to make the unseen, seen. May God’s
anointing over my life increase in such a way that it rubs off on others. I speak a ridiculous amount of infectious joy to overtake my life that
THAT might rub off on others. God’s
kingdom will manifest itself through
me daily. Why? Because “greater
things than these” I will do by the power of the Spirit. Amen!
