Month: September 2018

For the eyes of the Lord run to and fro throughout the whole earth, to give strong support to those whose hearts are blameless toward Him. 2 Chronicles 16:9

The Holy Spirit goes where he’s wanted. He’s absent from where He’s not wanted. Jesus couldn’t do miracles in Capernaum because He was not welcomed and the people were full of unbelief. It wasn’t that He no longer possessed the power to perform supernatural acts; the people weren’t willing to receive the Healer. In how many churches has the Spirit stopped working because the desire for Him has ceased? The United States, for the past 200 years, has been a birthplace of so many missionary ventures. How things have changed. Now, we need the missionaries.

• Not so in China. It is said that there are more Christians than Communist party members.
• Not so in Iran. Christianity is thriving and Muslims are awaking after encountering the risen Christ in the night. In the first light of dawn, they are on their knees calling him ‘Lord’. This is without churches and small groups for the most part yet some people are ready to receive Him.
• Not so in Germany. For the 1st time in centuries, there are churches with 800 members.
• Not so in Brazil. By 2020, it is believed that half of all Brazilians will be believers. There are reports of Christian gatherings in the streets.
• Not so in North Korea. Bibles are being smuggled in from China and for those fortunate enough to have a radio, Christian broadcasts can be heard across the border from South Korea. Missionaries from China are risking their lives to cross into North Korea at night to teach the scriptures. They have reported that the number of Christians is exponential and only growing.

What preceded the work of the Holy Spirit in your life? I suspect it was your awareness of your own spiritual needs and then a prayer that expressed your desire for His presence. Is this not what happened at Pentecost? Those upon whom the Spirit of God descended had been praying and waiting for what Jesus said would happen. He had promised that the Spirit of God would come to them. He had assured them that He was not going to leave them as orphans after His death. It’s no wonder they were looking up, anticipating, praying for the presence of Jesus to come in a form they’d never experienced.

Fervent prayer and a breathless anticipation of His movement in my heart is the environment where the Holy Spirit feels welcome. Whether church, country, ministry, or an individual, I must remember that the He goes where He’s wanted. The fuel of the Spirit will be absent if I am nonchalant about whether or not He’s active and also nonchalant about my own sin. But how the fire of His Spirit will burn and glow through the one who desires Him most of all and at any cost.

Show me if anything is preventing You from being larger in my life. Purify my heart so that You have a place to live and work. Amen

John was a lamp that burned and gave light, and you chose for a time to enjoy his light. John 5:35

If I want to experience more passion for Jesus, I hang around with those who have it because it’s catching. It’s contagious. That’s why ‘remembering and reviewing’ the stories of my spiritual heroes is so important to my spiritual walk. I ask myself, “Who was it that was on fire? What was resident in their lives that is missing in mine?”

John The Baptist ~ He was set apart from the mainstream. I love his depiction in The Gospel of John movie. (Ian Cusick was cast as Jesus and it is a word for word delivery, with acting, of the Good News Bible.) Watching John the Baptist, it seems he can not speak of Jesus, nor speak to Jesus, without being nearly breathless. When grilled by the Pharisees about who he was; the Messiah, a prophet, or even Elijah, John only described himself as being a voice, one too unworthy to untie the sandals of the Messiah to come. After John was beheaded, Jesus described John in today’s scripture. Imagine having Jesus say of you, “She was a lamp that burned and gave light.”

Elijah ~ It was a dark day in Israel’s history. King Ahab ruled along with his evil wife Jezebel, the Phoenician princess. Elijah came on the scene full of power and with a fiery passion for God. He performed miracles that left people speechless. He raised the dead, called down fire from heaven, rode on a fiery chariot, and challenged the evil priests of Baal to a showdown. We never read that he ever stopped to consider, “Is this possible?” He knew God and marched into supernatural realms where miracles are born.

Nate Saint ~ One of five missionaries speared by the Auca Indians in 1955. Each of the five men had guns to protect themselves but wouldn’t think of using them for their own safety while evangelizing. Initially, they delivered gifts to the Aucas by making drops from a plane. The Indians seemed warm and receptive. But when they went back and landed on a beach near their encampment, the Aucas came armed. They speared Nate first, then his four teammates. Many years later, the Auca who personally speared Nate Saint baptized Steve Saint, Nate’s son. When Mincaye was asked about that awful day, he told Steve Saint… “We immediately knew we did something bad because after we killed your father, the angels came and sang and stayed with him as he died. Then they took him up in a big celebration.”

Gertrude Hewitt ~ My mother. Though she died of cancer when I was only 30 years old, her life’s example influences me every day. She was quiet, loved to serve, and sang as she worked. In our small town of 1200, she took notice of who hadn’t been seen in a while. Inquiring about their welfare, she would have them sitting at our kitchen table or plan to take food to them. Our house may as well have been named, Gertrude’s Soup Kitchen. When our town’s alcoholic hadn’t been seen in weeks, she went to his house looking for him. Eventually getting inside, he was lying in bed, near death, and she sat with him til the end. If Gertrude knew you were alone, and hurting, she would be there. She had passion to show compassion.

The fire in my heart is stirred just from writing these stories, Lord. Let their passion spread to all who read this today. Amen

I will remember the works of the LORD; yes, I will remember Your wonders of old. I will reflect on all You have done and ponder Your mighty deeds.  Psalm 77:11-12

An interesting thing happens when we become adults.  We are driven to give people what we needed but never got; what would have altered the course of our lives for the good had we experienced it.  We know in great detail what it was like to live void of it, whether it’s love, protection, innocence, a stable home, or the opportunity to reach our potential without obstructions. If you are in ministry as I am, we each have the privilege of teaching others about what we suffered and how we are healing.  While on the journey, we experience unexpected encounters where God meets us at Bethel ~ as He did Jacob.  We mark the spot, call it holy, and know the benefits of revisiting these hallowed places.    

God, Himself, gave His children specific instructions for how to keep faith alive.  He knows how small and feeble we can be, how fragile our faith is when we’re tempted to fear, and how frail our faith can be when set against the backdrop of a trial.  He named this prescription and repeated it many times throughout the Old Testament.  His exact words were  ~

1. Remember and Review 

God didn’t just encourage the Israelites to remember the stories of His faithfulness, He commanded it.  He didn’t require such a thing for His good, but for their good.  Faith is contagious and by keeping stories alive, He knew they’d find new strength.  They became the storytellers of the ages, the ones who built monuments and altars as markers.  Their culture centered around commemoration feasts.  All these things had this in common; they provided spiritual fuel that spanned generations.    

Remembering and reviewing is critical for me for the same reasons.  It gives me three things; strength, supernatural energy, and courage.  If my faith is weak and fear has overtaken me, I know it’s time to get out my journals.  The greater my need, the more comprehensively I review my Bethels.  After I re-visit my holy moments, I move on to review my spiritual ancestor’ stories, the ones whose lives were fueled by the Spirit.  God is the same today as He was yesterday.  Who He was to them, He is to me.  What He did for them, He often does for me.  God personalizes their stories in just the way I need to hear them.

Tomorrow, I’d love to highlight a few of my favorite biblical characters; the ones who burned brightly because the fire of the Spirit was behind them.  

If we had no scriptures, we’d not be able to trace Your fingerprints.  Take us back, stir our memories, and make it manna all over again. 

So then, my beloved, just as you have always obeyed, not as in my presence only, but now much more in my absence, work out your salvation with fear and trembling;  Phil. 2:12

If I hold a prism up to the light, I see beautiful colors that sparkle.  As many times as I change the angle, there are different facets to behold.  This is the concept of ‘working out my salvation with fear and trembling.’  If I ask God to open my eyes to His Son and the wonder of the Gospel, I discover that there are endless combinations of shades, colors, and textures to captivate me.  I find that I was created to stand in awe and to worship the One who gives the gift of Himself; One so incomprehensible that no matter how much I behold the Light of the world, there is always so much more to discover.  

Worship and trembling go together.  There have been moments where I’ve been so moved during worship that I could no longer stand up.  Isn’t it a beautiful thing to be overcome by the Spirit?  I should never get so used to Him that I fail to be affected by His glory.  I’ve been captivated by a few life experiences too, like a song in the process of being written or arranged.  The music runs in my head all night.  Or, a new writing venture has also consumed me.  The material was being unwrapped and defined constantly, all hours of the day and night.  

But being captivated by earthly things is nothing like the wonder of discovering Jesus.  He is the Word and He ministers to every part of me as a woman.  With divine disclosure, I walk into the expanse of Eden’s restoration.  I see that, in Him, the curse has been lifted and perfection restored.  Trembling is born. 

After the death of Jesus, two men walked from Jerusalem to Emmaus. Both disciples of Jesus, they were in deep discussion about the report that Jesus was alive. At that moment, Jesus appeared and walked with them though they didn’t recognize Him. He challenged their unbelief about the resurrection and began to remind them of Old Testament prophecies about the Messiah’s life, death, and rise to glory. His words were so dynamic that when it was time to leave them, they begged Jesus to stay longer. Later, when He broke bread with them, their eyes were opened.  Then they had this conversation. “We should have known. Didn’t our hearts burn within us as He walked with us?”

Does my heart burn when Jesus speaks? Does it burn with conviction, but more often, does it burn as having been affected by a supernatural influence? Have I known a series of life-changing moments when the heavens opened and all became clear?  This is what it is to tremble under the beautiful weight of a divine experience with Jesus. His words are potent.  I’m often sleepless due to the excitement I feel and I’m voraciously hungry for more. I certainly feel more alive than I’ve ever been and wordless to describe the experience. Trembling is the aftereffect of having heard the Rabbi’s voice. 

Trembling is the place where fuel is born.  There is no energy like supernatural energy that comes from having spent time with You.  I want even more momentum and combusion.  Speak to me in this series and give me Your abundant life.  Amen

• I can force myself to love the unlovable and all the while I’m fuming under my breath.
• I can put on a smile and say, “God is good” when I feel He’s being unfair.
• I can declare that God’s peace passes all understanding but never have experienced it.
• I can appear patient but underneath, a volcano of frustration is just waiting to come out.
• I can perform acts of kindness but resent every moment of it.

You can probably fill in the blanks for the rest of the attributes. But is this the way I am supposed to live? Am I never to know the exhilaration of being fueled by the wind of the Spirit? Am I never to feel a supernatural wind gently nudging me to step in the sandaled footprints in front of me?