Not a whole lot has happend since I last blogged. I thought I’d post some pictures and share some thoughts from the 48 hour fast we’ve been doing. 
For me the fast has been crazy. Waking up at random times to pray and hear from God..yea i said it, hear from God. That’s a crazy thought in itself. I will bold and say everyone hears from God, whether you choose to believe it or not. It’s difficult to discern that voice though. I know that for sure. I do know when we put ourselves in a place to LISTEN, He says something. Last night I was thinking of how tired this had made my team. I thought about how I want to see them revived. At first I just prayed that God would revive them then he lead me to some verses. He began to speak about love, abiding love, and our identities in Christ. I’m always in awe when God choses to speak his love for me. This love gives us boldness. This love conquers. This love takes root and grows.
In Ephesians Paul writes and says we are chosen, we have a seal, we are destined, we have an inheritance, we have a purpose, and we are adopted.
When I look at the slums and the people there, I see this. I see them with what Paul writes. If we walk in this knowlege think of what can happen. What happens when we really take seriously what HE has freely given us?
I been doing door to door eveangelism the past couple of days. I’ll just say I don’t like this at all. This particular day I chose to suck it up…to get over myself. The pastor actually paired up me. We walked the streets, going into shops and greeting people on the street. We went into one last shop on our way back to the church. A guy was sitting in there listening to the pastor talk about Christ and the church. I looked at the walls of this barber shop and saw a picture of Hitler and posters of all the freedom fighters. I thought how crazy it was that I was sitting here. I was sitting next to a man who argued with me a few days earlier. He wanted me to show him my God. He was drunk then and didn’t like what I had to say. This day was differant. He wasn’t drunk, he was actually really uncomfortable. He knows of Jesus and wanted to hear stories but is still very skeptical. This time I got to be more personal with him, Cliff and I have things in common.
Aside from our past of crazy stories, we are both adopted. We both have a purpose. We both are chosen for greatness.
Even in the middle of the slums God says we are chosen. We have a newness to walk in. We are spotless and made clean.
I pray this for us today. For my team and for my squad. I just have one last thought…
Why does Love always feel like a battlefield? (in the words of Jordan Sparks)
I pray we recieve more of his love, that we stop fighting against such a great thing. He is worth it.
Until next time…
