World Racers and World Racers to come.
into the Spirit… Not to test the waters, but to engulf yourself… So I pray,
Spirit FALL!
in this thing we call ministry (all man month).
journey of seeking out how to get more undignified.
more vulnerable then I have ever been.
thing we call community.
abandonment.
valleys.
at the top of my lungs and laughing uncontrollably.
heights on my tippy toes, arms open wide and tears welling up in my eyes as a
smile stretches across my face.
through my brain.
crave more, sometimes you are not even sure what it is you are craving. Your expectations always seem
unattainable or maybe it is that they are unimportant. I expect therefore I set myself up for
mundane and narrow the limitations for the plans God has for me in this day.
enter into the presence of the Lord. Not just for a moment, but for the day… And not just for the day, but
for the week… And not just for the week, but for the month… And not just for
the month, but for the year… But what I am fighting for is the present. This second and now this one…
pocket or the hat that is on my head. And it has taken me a long time to find them.
attained. It is something that is
written into my DNA and yours. The
thing that I have been searching for is a lie. It is mysticism at most. When David said, “Watch, I will become more undignified then
this!” I know with all my heart
that he wasn’t stepping into or finding something new. It was not about what was to come; it wasn’t
even about who was watching. He
was simply referring to what was written into his very being.
At this point you are thinking one of two things:
thinking that I have lost it; it’s time that I am carted away to the looney
bin! (Maybe you’re right; I would
have to disagree of course!)
you hooked; you want to know more.
Banko, I found myself in a conversation with a man. He questioned us on all of our convictions and our
faith. What remains in my mind
were the answers we gave him. He
asked us about the Holy Spirit and how we know the Spirit is upon us or what it
feels like.
Spirit was upon me. I thought of
intense prayers that I prayed and then couldn’t even remember the words that
left my lips, I thought of overpowering words that pinpointed people that I
didn’t know, I thought of overwhelming peace amidst sketchy situations and I
thought of the heavenly choruses of worship that overpower the air that I
breathe in a tiny room as everyone around cries out in their own praises. I cannot even begin to tell you how
crazy my life has become.
especially when I sleep. It is my
territory, my domain. It is a
place that is of complete comfort to me. Things surround me that I like, things that are familiar to me. The Holy Spirit is like your favorite
blanket. I have a quilt back home
that I think of from time to time. The outside is patchwork and on the inside is silk. It is something that I value. When I am cold, I grab it and wrap it
around me! In an instance I am
lost. The only thing I can feel is
the warmth and comfort of that quilt. I choose to let it engulf me. I choose whether I want to be fully consumed by the blanket or whether I
only cover certain parts of myself. However, there always comes a time when I have to remove that quilt and
face what is outside. This is the
thing, I know where that blanket is, it has not left. It remains awaiting the next time I seek its shelter.
the next time we need shelter! Somebody
better be hooping and a hollering right now! We cannot remain engulfed in the Holy Spirit because the
Spirit prepares us to go about our day. God speaks to us through the Spirit, but He does not remain on
replay. He speaks and He wants us
to act.
becoming undignified. He was
speaking of the posture of his worship. He was saying, “Listen, the King I serve deserves so much more then what
I have to offer, when I am covered even I do not know the limitations to which
I will be contained!” And even
when the quilt was removed, he remained obedient. Check out a little book called, Psalms. It might just rock your world.
mountain. I have missed the beauty
of the valley. I know that I will
make it to the mountaintop again, so I kill my time waiting. Waiting on something that remains
waiting on me to act.
feeling! Tonight was
unbelievable! Tonight walls fell
down and just like long ago an ancient presence stirred up souls!
community. Tourists are rare and
not necessarily welcomed. They
would like to stone us for preaching the Gospel. Therefore, we do not go around proclaiming Jesus with our
words. But we do live it out.
a story.
hour of pouring our hearts out to God. He looked around the room; he smiled and began to speak. “This has never happened here
before. What happens next is that
a river is going to wash out through this town and it is going to invite people
to dive into it. In it is the
sweetest water. Usually we pray
quietly, but tonight was right for this. I should have just given you guys some 2×4’s (to swing about).”
swinging them about beating on the walls that we had just painted. Singing, dancing, shouting! Inviting in a community of hardened
hearts.
flood my mind. Stories like that
of the walls of Jericho crumbling to the ground, entire armies being defeated
by a few men, Jesus telling people that He will destroy the temple and rebuild
it in three days, the curtain in the temple tearing, Paul being knocked off his
high horse and many other.
necessary to get things moving. The Lord works in a way of giving us tools to cause a beautiful
catastrophe. Almost a reminder
that the things here are temporary, but the temple is the treasure. It is what we need when we are in the
valleys.
this whole time.
leave its wake.
the Spirit!
seek the Lord rejoice! Seek the
Lord and his strength; seek his presence continually!
