Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Foreign Language

I am at a missions school. We have foreign languages offered here. They are a bit unusual, but languages we can all learn to speak. Such as . . .

Music
Art
Movies
Dreams
Dance

That which you focus on you make room for.
My teacher said that today. Think about it. I had to for a bit.

If I focus on the fact Jesus is alive and it is His desire for heaven to invade the earth, then I am making room for lives to be transformed, hope to be birthed, and dreams to be restored.

Even a bit deeper than that though, I am learning that if I have the ability to change an atmosphere (which we all do) then learning a language that those in darkness speak, can't change me. Because it's not my language and my focus is bringing heaven to earth.

So we are encouraged to listen to secular music. Watch movies. Read books by those who have opposing world views. Appreciate art that might or might not have been inspired by God.

Why?

Because this is the foreign language.

We are intended to bring heaven to earth. If we focus on the One we love, it doesn't matter where we are, who we are with, or what we are seeing. What matters is what we are doing to change the negative atmosphere those things have already created.

The earth groans in anticipation for the coming of Love. It welcomes the change I bring. When I can learn to change enough atmosphere, barren land will yield crops, droughts will be dispelled, and crime will diminish. Then, who can deny the One I love?

I must come from a place of intimacy with the Yahweh, Yeshua, and Ruach. That is and always will be my strength. Whatever my focus is I will make room for. After that, I am encouraged to learn the language of this world. To speak it well and boldly.

Only when you are fluent in the language of the people you are trying to reach, can you truly communicate the hope which they so desperately need.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

One Hour

One a month on a Monday night we have a monastic meal. Simple soup, bread, and complete silence for an hour.

We commune with God together. We commune with God alone.

No eye contact. No words. One hour.

Can you imagine what kind of sensitivity this cultivates in our spirits? I can't even imagine.
This Monday is our first one and I am intrigued to see what God does.

I am beginning to love silence. To sit and be still. To know. To hear the sweet words from His mouth drip like honey into my spirit. For my understanding to be blown wide open with revelation on who He is, just because I was silent.

Play Room

Training here is a bit different from what I am used to. This is a picture I got while thinking of how to describe it.

Imagine a play room filled with wonderful and exciting toys. You have waited a long time to go in and play and finally you get to go in. The leader then takes you in and all of the toys are either behind glass or roped off. Like a museum. This leader then takes you around and points out all these toys and gives a history of them and what they were used for. However, you never really get to touch anything because apparently these toys are dangerous.

I came to a school where the leader has taken us into the play room and there is no glass or ropes.
The toys are intended to be used and played with, even if they are a little dangerous. That's the point of playing isn't it? You give kids hammers and tiara's and someday these kids build our homes and run our countries. Imagine what would happen if we roped off God's gifts to His kids and told everyone they were dangerous or not for now.

Oh wait, I already have.

Out of a desire to be safe I have discouraged friends and family from experiencing the fullness of God. And by the way, He is dangerous. But He is also good. He is very good.

So I am here in a playroom with all of God's wonderful toys and I am learning how to use them the way they were created to be used.

This is my prayer for those who are supporting me in finances and in prayer. That we would enter God's play room and discover the greatness he has for us in His kingdom WITHOUT fear.
Here we go.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Reality vs. Reality

Today I crossed the Canadian border with a dream in my heart, a vision in my mind, and a promise in my hand.

Alas, these are not currencies in this strange land called earth.

I seem to have fallen in love with a God who calls me to impossible things. Today I have been overwhelmed with the impossibilities of the reality I currently call my home. All the while walking confidently in that He knew when He called me here, the needs I am faced with He has already taken care of. I just haven't seen it yet, because I don't need it yet.

I was not able to acquire the visa I needed due to lack of paperwork. I then find out that currently the school is not converting monies because of the exchange rate and therefore tuition is much higher than originally planned for. I am of course also faced with the fact that I have no money to return to the land which I come from. The place my family lives, the place my friends are, the place I call home.

Again, I am reminded:

I have decided to follow Jesus. No turning back, no turning back.

So here I am . In yet another impossible situation that I actually asked my Beloved to put me in. Many ask why I would request to be in a place of impossibility. Because then and only then is His beautiful glory displayed in one wrecked for His Pleasure. Because I am constantly exposed the the reality that lasts forever opposed to the one that currently holds impossibilities. Because those of you who have partnered with me have waited a long time to see God move the way He is about to.

Are you ready for it in your life? By partnering with me, you have opened the crazy God box in your own life. God is about to explode through our nice little stained glass windows of who we thought He was with the reality of who He is. The Beloved One that was so captured by a man's heart, the man never knew death. The Mighty One that used an abused child to run a nation and save His chosen. The Beautiful One that captured the heart of a pagan King by partnering with an orphan from his chosen people. The Deliverer that worked with a handicapped man to lead a nation out of captivity. Enoch, Joseph, Esther, and Moses.

This is the One I search for. Over and over. My heart longs to see the one I read about, the one I pray to, the one I worship, the one I live and breath for.

I am no longer suited for this reality. My heart has been far too exposed to the place I come from. I am ruined, FOREVER RUINED!, by the One I love and will chase Him to the ends of the earth if only to catch a glimpse. And we get to go together, you and me. For one is to sow and one is to reap and yet both get credit for the same harvest. Partners in work and partners in play. Whatever I begin to see and experience, I expect you to begin to see and experience.

In eager anticipation I await your ruin as well.
To be forever ruined by One Who is crazy in love with you.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Melchizedek

I woke up early today not really eagerly anticipating the 9 hour drive across the plains of Kansas. It took me at least 30 minutes to figure out why EVERY gas station had the Wizard of Oz playing.
At one of our many gas station stops someone noticed a bumper sticker on my car that involved being mystical. She got all excited and asked us who was the mystical one. I spoke up and said I was. She asked what that meant and I replied that I was really into the supernatural. Again she got all excited and said she was too. I asked her what she was into and she said, "Shamanism!" and I replied,"That's great!"

The conversation continued.

I asked her what got her into shamanism and she was obviously touched by the question taking a few moments to answer. "Inanimate objects speaking to me", she said. "Whoa! That's awesome.", I replied.
She in turn asked me the same question.

At this moment I just want to let everyone know that inside I am scrambling and freaking out all at the same time. How do I offer salt to cause her to be thirsty for Jesus, without pelting her with scripture?

I told her I was really into atmospheres and I could sense beings around me. I went on to tell her I was attending a supernatural school for 10 months to learn more. She was very impressed that I would "be on base" for 10 months learning more about the supernatural. I told her these type of gifts ran in my family and how nice it was to get a different perspective. She in turn told me they were on their way to a 3 day Shamanism conference in Utah.

We began to end our conversation and she asked if she could give me her card. Of course I said yes. We said our goodbyes and both of us took off.

So I took her card out and Ramona and I totally freaked out as we read it.

She was a Priestess of Shamanism.

That was Thursday.

We decided it would be totally awesome of our business cards said

Priestess of the order of Melchizedek.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Distant Echoes

I have spent the past day in Kansas City and knew I wouldn't have hours to spend in the prayer room at the International House of Prayer. So I slipped in around 10 tonight just to spend a little time with the One I Love.

The group playing was pretty good. They were playing a song and began to worship and enter in a bit. Then they just began to play. The sound they were making was incredible! It was 3 simple keys over and over but the effect they had on was fantastic. So I begin to ask the Lord what the sound was. So He told me. It was such a capturing sound, one that resounded deep within and caused your spirit to respond. The Lord said that the sound I was hearing them play was Him whipsering destinies that echoed into eternity before He created the earth. He then began to show me how these whispers echo and many people can't hear them. Then He showed me those that could hear the echoes of their own destinies! They would reach up and the echoes would roll over them like ripples in a lake. As these people grabbed hold of their destinies it began to change things all around them because a sound was released by them grabbing hold of their destinies.

This happened for about 20 minutes. I was allowing the sound to completely swallow me and speak to who God created me to be.
I heard the distant echoes of my destiny bouncing off of eternity.
I hope you are listening for yours.