A.W. Tozer was truly a prophet of his time. While I do not agree with everything he said or wrote, I truly believe that he was a man seeking God with all his heart. I can only hope and pray that I live a life that devoted to the cause of Christ. While I find his life inspiring, I also find it challenging. Tozer was also a rather lonely man and his writings express how Christianity can be a lonely road to travel. He reminds me of the reality that faith- while designed to be expressed within community- is still a journey in which one must ultimately walk with God and God alone.  Here is an excerpt that I have been pondering for a while:

"The man who has passed on into the divine Presence in actual inner experience will not find many who understand him. A certain amount of social fellowship will of course be his as he mingles with religious persons in the regular activities of the church, but true spiritual fellowship will be hard to find. But he should not expect things to be otherwise. After all, he is a stranger and a pilgrim, and the journey he takes is not on his feet but in his heart. He walks with God in the garden of his own soul and who but God can walk there with him? He is of another spirit from the multitudes that tread the courts of the Lord's house. He has seen that of which they have only heard, and he walks among them somewhat as Zacharias walked after his return from the altar when the people whispered, "He has seen a vision."

The truly spiritual man is indeed something of an oddity. He lives not for himself but to promote the interests of Another. He seeks to persuade people to give all to his Lord and asks no portion or share for himself. He delights not to be honored but to see his Saviour glorified in the eyes of men. His joy is to see his Lord promoted and himself neglected. He finds few who care to talk about that which is the supreme object of his interest, so he is often silent and preoccupied in the midst of noisy religious shoptalk. For this he earns the reputation of being dull and overserious, so he is avoided and the gulf between him and society widens. He searches for friends upon whose garments he can detect the smell of myrrh and aloes and cassia out of the ivory palaces, and finding few or none he, like Mary of old, keeps these things in his heart.

It is this very loneliness that throws him back upon God. "When my father and my mother forsake me, then the Lord will take me up." His inability to find human companionship drives him to seek in God what he can find nowhere else. He learns in inner solitude what he could not have learned in the crowd that Christ is All in All, that He is made unto us wisdom, righteousness, sanctification and redemption, that in Him we have and possess life's summum bonum.

Two things remain to be said. One, that the lonely man of whom we speak is not a haughty man, nor is he the holier-than-thou, austere saint so bitterly satirized in popular literature. He is likely to feel that he is the least of all men and is sure to blame himself for his very loneliness. He wants to share his feelings with others and to open his heart to some like-minded soul who will understand him, but the spiritual climate around him does not encourage it, so he remains silent and tells his griefs to God alone.
The second thing is that the lonely saint is not the withdrawn man who hardens himself against human suffering and spends his days contemplating the heavens. Just the opposite is true. His loneliness makes him sympathetic to the approach of the broken-hearted and the fallen and the sin-bruised. Because he is detached from the world he is all the more able to help it. Meister Eckhart taught his followers that if they should find themselves in prayer as it were caught up to the third heavens and happen to remember that a poor widow needed food, they should break off the prayer instantly and go care for the widow. "God will not suffer you to lose anything by it," he told them. "You can take up again in prayer where you left off and the Lord will make it up to you." This is typical of the great mystics and masters of the interior life from Paul to the present day.

The weakness of so many modern Christians is that they feel too much at home in the world. In their effort to achieve restful "adjustment" to unregenerate society they have lost their pilgrim character and become an essential part of the very moral order against which they are sent to protest. The world recognizes them and accepts them for what they are. And this is the saddest thing that can be said about them. They are not lonely, but neither are they saints."

I don't think that Tozer is saying that every Christian is destined to be utterly lonely, as he also championed life within community.  What I do think he is saying is that it is almost impossible to feel accepted by the world and live a Christian life. Christianity that is fully understood, socially tolerated and without opposition isn't truly Christianity. John 17, and elsewhere, expresses that we should live in the world, but not be of the world. Living within something without being a part of it is difficult and is sure to be trying. In fact Jesus says that the world will hate us as it hated Him if we are truly following His teachings and His will.  "If the world hates you, keep in mind that it hated me first. If you belonged to the world, it would love you as its own. As it is, you do not belong to the world, but I have chosen you out of the world. That is why the world hates you." (John 15:18-19) And, when much of the church has embraced the world, it becomes a lonelier route for those committed to Christ.

In the midst of a lonely world, Christ promises us that He did not abandon us to be orphans (John 14:18); He left the gift of His Spirit to comfort and to guide.  As the psalmist writes, The Spirit never leaves us alone. 

"Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me,  your right hand will hold me fast." Psalm 139: 7-10

Though life may seem lonely at times, I am never alone as a Christian because His Spirit is always with me.

When I was in middle school, I loved the movie Reign of Fire and thought that dragons were awesome because of their mythological merit. Every year from then until I came to college, anytime anyone in my famly saw a dragon, they purchased the item and stored it away until a gift-giving occasion.

My family loves to do a little gift-giving typecasting. For my mom, it's angels. My one cousin, elephants; another, pigs; yet another, monkeys. My uncle, firetrucks or Elvis. My aunt, snowmen. I could go on, but you get the picture.  According to handy-dandy Wiki, typecasting is "the process by which an actor is strongly identified with a specific character, role, or trait".  Most actors fear being typecast because it pidgeon-holes them into a box from which they can never escape. For the most part, my family embraces their recieving roles; as they are typecast because they generally respond favorably to their gifts.

I, on the other hand, was never a huge fan of the process. When I was little, I was typecast according to my favorite color. By the time I was in fifth grade, I vowed to never wear purple again because I was so sick of seeing it. Over the years, I have lost my affinity for skulls, dragons, Harry Potter, skateboarding and basketball.  You see the trend?  Like most actors, I have never been fond of being labeled and pidgeon-holed.

 Typecast as the Christian. Hmm, can't think of anything better to be labeled. After all, "I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me." (Gal: 2:20)

Though, I must also say that I do not feel worthy of such a label. My desire is that people see the reflection of Jesus in me, but I am not quite there yet. Since I have already been typecast the role and chosen as more than an actor but a co-heir with my King... I need to continue to grow and develop into that character, the character of Christ. Only the real clincher is: this isn't at all an act or a fad that will fade away- It's who I am, who I was meant to be. 

This time I don't mind being pidgeon-holed. Let them "label me a Jesus freak. There ain't no disguising the truth"  The truth is that "You are the only thing that’s beautiful in me". And, I am so grateful that others see that You, Jesus, are the most important thing in my life and the only thing that is sure to bring a smile to my face.  =]

Christmas wouldn't be Christmas without this commerical, and since most people who stumble across my blog do not speak fluent Pittsburghese or understand why we put coleslaw on sandwiches... I would be guilty of a grave injustice if I did not share some PA holiday cheer with my online friends. This Eat n Park holiday commerical is life changing. It is totally what the holiday is all about.... and, well, Jesus of course- but nowadays what does Jesus have to do with Christmas anyhow? Opps, my bad, but that's a rant for another day.

For now, watch this and enjoy... and if I don't write or talk with you before then... Merry Christmas!!

 Introducing the best holiday comerical ever!

If you follow me on Twitter or are friends with me on Facebook, you may have already seen this... but in case you have not efficiently stalked me lately, I want to share this with you. Moreover, I want to stamp and date this so that I can remember it in the future.

From my current facebook status:

Kera Package believes that Hebrews 6 is the chapter of the new year: "Therefore let us leave the elementary teachings about Christ and go on to maturity... And God permitting, we will do so" . Grabbing onto that vision: a deeper faith in year to come. =]

I have been praying through this chapter for about a week, and I truly believe that it is the world for the new year for me, for Chi Alpha, for those in my community of faith, and for the greater Church as a whole. This chapter of Hebrews is beautiful, encouraging and challenging.

At the end of chapter 5, the author says that we are slow to learn and still infants feeding on the bare necessities  and that "solid food is for the mature" (v14) . I don't know about you, but I want to be SOLID. In the first three lines of chapter 6, the author tells us to accept the six basic tenets of Christianity and to mature towards a deeper faith. v3 says "God willing we will do so". God wants us to mature in faith, and it is only by His will that we can do so. No one matures in faith without God, but God desires to take everyone deeper.

After a warning about backsliding and apostasy,  the author tells us about the good soil that soaks up the rain and receives the blessings of God (v7).  Those who drink deeply of the Spirit and of the nourishment God gives through His word, presence, and community of believers, will receive great blessing and will be fruitful. v9 continues on to say that "we are confident of better things in your case—things that accompany salvation". Christianity is more than being saved, it's about stepping into God's promise. The promise we have as His sons and daughters to co-labor in His Kingdom. The promise that death and the Enemy have been defeated, and that we can ask anything in His name and it will be done. The promise that we will do even greater things than He did to bring glory to His name. Stepping into that promise requires a proactive outlook and continued diligence. This passage warns us not to be lazy or timid, but to grab a hold of God's promise, to act upon it, and to share it with others.

The passage concludes with this:

¹⁷Because God wanted to make the unchanging nature of his purpose very clear to the heirs of what was promised, he confirmed it with an oath. ¹⁸God did this so that, by two unchangeable things in which it is impossible for God to lie, we who have fled to take hold of the hope offered to us may be greatly encouraged. ¹⁹We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure. It enters the inner sanctuary behind the curtain, ²⁰where Jesus, who went before us, has entered on our behalf. He has become a high priest forever, in the order of Melchizedek.

Whatever He promised us will come to be. God is true to His word. The Biblical promises for all people and the personal promises that He made to you and I, they will happen. The promise that He is coming back soon  will be fulfilled. There is so much hope in the word of God.  v19 advises us to use this hope - that He is who He says He is and will do what He says He does- as an anchor for our soul. Through the storms of life, our souls are stable in His promise. He has already entered the inner sanctuary to the holy of holy place and spoke on our behalf.

Jesus has already went before us in this world. He suffered death so that we may live eternally, and He walked on this earth physically to show us what humanity was made to accomplish. He has given us authority and has been interceeding as a priest of the highest order and will continue interceding forever.

This year, we will mature in faith because God wants us to and because Jesus is leading us along to a place that is a little closer to the throne room.... He is leading us toward an active faith where we act on His promises, where we enforce the things He has already done here on earth, where we show the world that we truly believe this stuff by acting like we believe it.

I'm soo excited for a new year, and a new level of faith... and as I am getting pumped up, the Deluge song Open up the Sky is stuck in my head.

How can we be satisfied with the basics of faith when there is always more to know of God, always greater understanding? I can't be satisfied, but I can move closer... and I think it's time to go a little deeper. =]

"Hello, angel of God here. Don't be freaked out or anything... but God has supernaturally impregnated you.  He kinda likes you, and wants you to be the momma of his son- well actually, his word incarnate who will atone for the sins of the entire word. No worries though.  You won't have to sleep with a man; the kid will just pop out because God put him in there. And, your cousin is having an unexpected kid too. See, it's all good, God can do whatever He wants." - A kpaxian paraphrase of Luke 1:26-37

When I read the account of Gabriel talking to Mary, I cannot imagine what it would be like being on the receiving end of that message.  I can honestly say that I would have freaked out.  "You want me to do what?!? Nope, there is no way I am risking my engagement to endure nine months of pregnancy  and the judgmental looks of everyone and their brother.. and without ever having sex." Actually, I am pretty sure that my words would have been a little stronger given my track record of fighting with God.

Yet, Mary responds completely differently than most of us would. She doesn't fight, she doesn't resist, she doesn't even question. She simply says: "I am the Lord's servant,""May it be to me as you have said." (v.38)


Wow, now that is an attitude to emulate. "Okay God, whatever you want, I'm game. Just make it happen". Not only does she embrace her calling, she rejoices in her role in God's plan. A few lines later, Mary sings one of the most well known songs in the Bible- The Magnificat:

And Mary said:
   "My soul glorifies the Lord
    ⁴⁷and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior,
 ⁴⁸for he has been mindful
      of the humble state of his servant.
   From now on all generations will call me blessed,
    ⁴⁹for the Mighty One has done great things for me—
      holy is his name..."

 Needless to say, I am always amazed at Mary's response. However, the verse that I believe reveals the most about her character comes later in Luke 2:19

The Shepherds are marveling over her child, people are talking about how great he will be, and everyone in the stable is in awe of this infant. After months of being gawked for an illegitimate pregnancy and migrating for a census while pregnant, Mary finally gives birth and now everyone is crowding around her child.

Without any mentioning of her angelic visitation or her cousin confirming her supernatural experience, Mary simply "treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart"(v.19).


"she said nothing of them to others, lest she should be thought an enthusiast, or a vain boaster; and therefore left things, till time should make a discovery of them in a proper way, and in the best season." - Gill's Exposition.

She left things in God's hands- His plan for her life and the glory of the plan coming into existence. As an external processor who loves to share stories, I am incredibly challenged by this verse. 

Mary leaves me baffled and challenged with three things to consider. 

1. Being God's servant requires instant obedience and a willing heart. And, sometimes that means no questions asked, no reluctance, and no second thoughts.
2. Being used by God is a privilege that we should rejoice in and embrace. Furthermore, Mary's rejoicing was not self centered in that she did not rejoice because God used her, but because he was using her to build His Kingdom. Mary rejoiced for all of Israel and the world that would be saved because of her son. She rejoiced because of work that was going to be done by God through her not because of her privileged role.
3. Being in a relationship with God means that we should honor Him in all that we do, and that honor sometimes means holding on to His promises until He finishes the work He has begun. Everything has a time and purpose, and God knows what is best and has perfect timing. An intimate relationship with Him may sometimes mean a rather lonely existence because some things are meant to be treasured and pondered alone within our hearts.
   

My soul cries out to You
My God, My King, My Father
surrounded by your grand creation
humbled by its beauty
my eyes are fixed upon the sky
my ears upon the rushing stream
as the gentle breeze stretches
from snowy peak, to sunkist sky
all creation calls out to its Creator
in perfect harmony

my soul senses Your presence
yet my spirit is still wanting more
seeking more of You
more of Your righteousness
more of your love, of your justice,
not poured out on me, but
poured out through me

oh, for the purity of the wilderness
for the Holy mystery,
the transparency of nature
to be the comforting breeze, or
the warmth of the sun's touch
I long for the stillness
for the tranquility,
for the disciplines of the wilderness
to transcend my soul

let this moment not pass
from me like a distant memory
rather change me, transform me,
mold me into Your creative work
that Your hand designed me to be
Fore You love me no less
than I love your creation
Fore you love me more
infinite abundant love

How can I be your prize
in the splendor of the wildness?
Yet, Your hand is upon me,
Your arms wrapped around me
as seasons pass away,
You draw me closer to yourself
This splendor changes, so do I
but let this be an equinox
a new time for Your creative hand
Lord, let Your Kingdom reign


[rediscovered this today. written in the wilderness in Summer of 2008. a necessary reminder to drink deeply of His love.]

The tree said, "I wish I could be
A different kind of tree,"

On my bus ride home this evening, I had Tree Hugger stuck in my head on repeat. Since you don't have the pleasure of hearing my musically talented friends play it, click here to hear the song.

Cute little song, but  also rather sad. Nothing in the song is satisfied with what it is... everything wants to be something else.  Isn't that true about each of us too? Instead of being content with growing into who God created us to be, we are always trying to be something different, perhaps something better.

I don't know about you, but  I often wish that  I could be a different kind of tree. I feel like I am always trying to define and redefine myself. "Can I quit? Can I do this instead?" Sometimes I ask these questions and test angles in vain because I already know that there is an incredible plan for my life. In other words, I need an attitude adjustment

During this advent season, I am reminded of  people in the Bible who embraced who they were becoming and the roles they were designed to fulfill.  Imagine that?

Though my tone is laced with sarcasm, I do seriously need the reminder. During the next few days, I am going to take the time to examine the callings and the responses of these remarkable individuals who left the suckage out of their attitudes and allowed God to crazily use their lives.

For now, I think I need to remind myself that my roots are  planted and there is much growth ahead.


^"And don't be wishing you were someplace else or with someone else. Where you are right now is God's place for you. Live and obey and love and believe right there." - 1 Cor 7:17 (the message)

I have been writing it on my hand all semester. I say again and again in prayer. I meditate on it continually. I read it over and over just to make sure that the words never change.  It was a commissioning verse from my time in Montana and this verse is my mantra this year.

Luke 12:32
"Do not be afraid, little flock, for your Father has been pleased to give you the kingdom."

I feel like a sheep, feeble and looking for a place to roam. Afraid of my own shadow. And, to think you have chosen me. You take pleasure in me? You have given me privilege in your kingdom?  God, what is your problem? Why would you? How could you?

Why do I ask all these questions? Why do I doubt? Why do I fear? Why can't I just allow you to love me? lead me? provide for me? utilize me in Your kingdom? After all, it is your pleasure. You take joy in my feeble attempts to follow, You take joy when I receive your blessing, You take joy when I embrace my place in the flock.

Loving you means understanding that I don't get to choose if or when I follow You or how I please You.  I am merely a sheep, and You are in control. Loosing control is not something to be feared; it is a blessing that comes with the Kingdom...but I am still terrified.

So I'll write it on my hand again, say it again, pray it again, read it again... and again.. and again. I shall not fear, I shall not hold on to control or anxiety. I shall take my place in the flock, following the Shepherd that delights in me. Once again, I declare...

Left my fear by the side of the road
Hear You speak
Won't let go
Fall to my knees as I lift my hands to pray

Got every reason to be here again
Father's love that draws me in
And all my eyes wanna see is a glimpse of You

All I need is You
All I need is You Lord
Is you Lord - Hillsong

 All I need is You Lord. You draw me closer... and I can hearYou whisper "Be still my child for I am here. Be still little lamb. Do not be afraid... I am your staff, your comforter... I love you. I have an incredible plan for you. It is a surprise,  so just be patient. I have so much in store for your life, your future... you'll see so much of my Kingdom. Soon you'll be ready... oh how I delight in you... little one, little feeble one... don't you realize how strong I have made you? Do not fear. Come closer.... I'm here."

"Do not be afraid, little flock, for your Father has been pleased to give you the kingdom."
 

I know I need to understand this truth and guard it in my heart. I hope that anyone who stumbles across this passage will be blessed by it and the Father who cherishes them.

For an awesome exposition of this passage, check out John Gill's commentary below...

Last night, I had a harsh realization of the fact that I should still fear myself (Sorry for the spastic entry!) 
 
Our study party ended with an awesome conversation about being filled with the Spirit and the benefits of living a Spirit filled life. When I ventured home, I found myself facing the reality that I have not allowed myself to be filled with the Spirit over the last few days. In the midst of the chaos of finals week, I gave God a backseat in my life. I talked so passionately about the Spirit filled life, but this week I have not been living it. 
 
Crazy, since I know better. I was honest in our conversation that I had not been as tune with God this week as I should be and  the consequences  in my daily life.  However, last night I was faced with the hard reality of that truth.   I need the Spirit of God to refill me daily; otherwise I will fall to sin and wander away from the path His will has placed me on... Last night, I did.  No need to be concerned, but it is a slow fade. Once again I gave myself a stronger reminder of my depravity and  my capacity and propensity to sin.

"Sin is anything in the creature which does not express, or which is contrary to the holy character of the Creator. The first sin in the Universe was an act of free will in which the creature deliberately, responsibly, and with adequate understanding of the issues, chose to corrupt the holy, godly character which God originally endowed His creation. [Zondervan Dictionary]"

It doesn't matter what the sin is. Sin is sin, and God hates sin. Sin draws us away from God, and we are called to hate sin too.  If it is in our nature to sin and even Paul did what he hated,  how do we repel sin in our lives?
 
1) Remain in the Word: Rev. John Smith once held up a Bible and proclaimed, "This Bible will keep you away from sin , or sin will keep you away from the Bible?". The Psalmist understood this truth: "I have hidden your word in my heart that I might not sin against you." - Psalm 119:11

2) Be re-filled continually with the Spirit: "The best way to fight sin is to be controlled by the Holy Spirit on a daily basis. That involves a moment-by-moment walk with Christ. The apostle Paul said, "This I say then, Walk in the Spirit, and ye shall not fulfill the lust of the flesh" (Gal. 5:16)."- John MacArthur

Sounds simple enough, so why do I feel like I fall continually?  Why do we sin? Why did I wander, even if only for a few minutes, down a path that wasn't of God? Why do we not have a greater capacity to follow God and His will for our lives?
The answer comes back to the truth that sometimes I want other things more than I want God, and that attitude is sin. I have used this quote before and I will probably use it again: 

"Every believer is as full of the Spirit as we actually want to be... Everybody has as much of God as he desires to have."- A.W. Tozer

Hard, but true. My momentary lapses are my responsibility, and there is no excuse for them. If I was filled with the Spirit in those moments, my decision making would not be impaired because we cannot serve two masters mentally at the same time. Yet, my distance from God's Spirit in these moments is due to the fact that I do not desire Him enough. My priorities and desires are twisted. If I wanted more of God and truly desired nothing more than Him, He would give me more of Himself.   


My prayer is that my desire would be God and God alone. My prayer is that my hunger and thirst for Him would be so great that it would be impossible to survive even a day without the nourishment of  studying His Word and spending time in His presence. My prayer is that my prayers for myself would be Your prayers over my life.

This entry is for me, not you....[ it serves as a reminder and a reflection. See the next entry for an explanation]

"To label me
A hypocrite would be
Only scratching the surface
Of who I’ve been known to be" - Rush of Fools

Summary: Romans 7 ...

[yes, I edited this entry since its original posting]

Three hours in a bar last night brought immense healing into my life.

True story, and now I have your attention. This isn't going to be a long story, but rather a short aside. The microstory is as follows: Three years ago, I was denied an opportunity I thought I deserved by people I respected and thought supported me. And, I never really got over it; the situation has plagued me with confusion and bitterness. Last night, during a reunion with a past life and old friends, I was finally given closure and peace regarding the decision.

I mention this incident for two reasons. 1) The necessity of tough love. 2) The significance of tough love.

The final voice in the decision and I had a conversation last night, and he explained his reasoning for rejecting my application. In short, the decision was tough love. I needed a healthy dose of humility more than I needed another reward confirming my potential.  He did it to protect my character development, and his decision was based in the fact that he loved and supported me. He emphasized that this tough love was an essential part of my leadership development process and if I didn't have this experience, I wouldn't be the same person I am today. And, he's right. 

In retrospect, I realize how much I benefited from this seemingly  tragic occurrence. My former mentor cut me down, so that I could grow. I am reminded of how God works in similar ways. "He cuts off every branch in me that bears no fruit, while every branch that does bear fruit he prunes so that it will be even more fruitful." - John 15:2

Chastening, discipline, and character development are forms of tough love... the kind of love that prunes away everything that is not fruitful and leaves space for growth. Tough love is part of the process.

My son, do not despise the Lord's discipline and do not resent his rebuke, because the Lord disciplines those he loves, as a father the son he delights in.  - Proverbs 3:11-12

Last night, I realized that this decision was made not to spite me, but to enable me to continue to progress as a servant leader. Just as my director disciplined and trained me through this situation, our heavenly Father chastens us. Such tough love is for our own good, and the unpleasant acts of pruning actually show His desire to draw us closer to Himself and transform us as heirs in His Kingdom.

"We have all had human fathers [and mentors] who disciplined us and we respected them for it. How much more should we submit to the Father of our spirits and live! Our fathers disciplined us for a little while as they thought best; but God disciplines us for our good, that we may share in his holiness. No discipline seems pleasant at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it.

Therefore, strengthen your feeble arms and weak knees. "Make level paths for your feet," so that the lame may not be disabled, but rather healed." Hebrews 12:9-13

Sharing a thought from Fireseeds of Spiritual Awakening  by Dan Hayes:

"What is Jesus doing today? Hebrews 7:25 tells us, "He is able to save completely those who come to God through him, because he always lives to interceded for them." Jesus Christ  is continually interceding for us in heaven today. He has not stopped... We are always on His mind, and He is always presenting us before the Father.

S.D. Gordon comments, "The Lord Jesus is still praying. Thirty years of living; thirty years of serving; one tremendous act of dying; nineteen hundred [make that two thousand] years of prayer" (104).

He has always been interceding  for us. I am reminded of  and humbled by the passage in John 17 where Jesus spends the last moments before His arrest praying for us and our ministries. If the prayers of a righteous man are effective, how much greater are the prayers of God Himself? How can we fail and what shall we fear when the over two thousand years of God prayers are covering us?

And, if we are called to love one another like He loved us (John 13:34), what does that say about our role as intercessors?

Take a few minutes to listen to this song before you read any further. Here is the link (ignore the corny, poorly assembled slideshow and just listen).

I heard it for the first time this morning, and was instantly hit with that gut feeling of conviction. In case you missed the lyrics when listening. This is what hits me...

On  Matt Papa's myspace page, he offers this commentary on his song:

“You have to live before God with open hands. We may have our plans and ideas, but at any moment, Christians, unlike the world, have to be ready to drop anything and totally do something else if God is calling us to,” Papa says. “It’s a very strange life, yet it’s exactly how Jesus wants our hands to be—open and available. We need to embrace the idea of anything He wants to change, anything He wants to take, it’s Yours now.”

Once again, I'm sitting in Psych of Religion class daydreaming about seeing the moves of God that the professor is analyzing, criticizing, mocking. Earlier this week, we looked at the psychology of demonic possession and spiritual warfare. Today we are discussing faith healing and prayer. Everything the professor says is going in one ear and out the other. Instead of listening my mind is elsewhere. On an adrenaline rush. What if our campus saw these things? What if we saw demonic oppression lifted and people healed? Would the professor believe in Jesus then? Would those in my class who are snickering take a little more time to consider the possibility that this supernatural expressions of God's power do actually happen?

"These people think that they are vessels of God. They think that  God's power flows through them to touch others. That's why they believe this.  For some reason, people believe prayer works." Damn straight professor,  we are vessels. God's power  does flow through us, and prayer does move mountains. It is true. I believe it. I've seen it. Unfortunately, I don't act like it.  What if we acted like we believed God is who He says He is?

Class has transitioned to kinds of prayer; our professor is explaining the different ways religious folk pray and camping out in the controversial nature of intercession. "You can't prove that it works, prayer just helps the prayer". What if he saw an answered prayer, would he think differently? Would he still tell his classes that this is all merely psychological? What would happen if my classmates saw that it isn't  just in our heads? What if they saw a real movement of God before their very eyes on our campus?

My excitement contemplating the possibilities is also breaking my heart. My class doesn't know that God loves them, that He died for them, that He gave them eternal life if only they would call on His name, that He left His Spirit to comfort, counsel, guide until His return. They laugh and mock because they don't know Jesus, and that makes me want to cry. So I sit in class, half listening with both an adrenaline rush and teary eyes. I can't convince my class that God is real and active.... but He can.  Oh, what if... just what if...what if His people prayed and He moved? On this campus? In our city?

"If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and will heal their land." 2 Chronicles 7:14

 "What if the armies of the Lord
Picked up and dusted off their swords
Vowed to set the captive free
And not let satan have one more

What if the Church, for heaven's sake
Finally stepped up to the plate
Took a stand upon God's promise
And stormed hell's rusty gates"
- Casting Crowns, What if His people prayed

Spurgeon  once said" prayer itself is an art which only the Holy Ghost can teach us. He is the giver of all prayer. Pray for prayer- pray till you can pray". Lord, I pray  for prayer. I pray that we would pray until we really know how to pray for this campus. I pray that we would pray the prayers that you want us to pray and that your Spirit would move...

In the midst of utter destruction, poverty so extreme that it lead to cannibalism, and a spiritual void of the darkest variety, the author of lamentations writes this in chapter 3:

 ²⁰ .... my soul is downcast within me.
 ²¹ Yet this I call to mind
       and therefore I have hope:
 ²² Because of the LORD's great love we are not consumed,
       for his compassions never fail.
 ²³ They are new every morning;
       great is your faithfulness.
 ²⁴ I say to myself, "The LORD is my portion;
       therefore I will wait for him."
 ²⁵ The LORD is good to those whose hope is in him,
       to the one who seeks him;
 ²⁶ it is good to wait quietly
       for the salvation of the LORD.

Sometimes, I feel like I am in a spiritual wasteland. On Mondays we discuss the media manipulation and brainwashing of modern idolatry. Then, I proceed to attend a class looking at mythology and how cultures develop lies to meet their storytelling needs. Tuesdays I learn about Eastern religious all with false senses of nirvana and  ultimate reality , and then attend a class that tries to convince me I am crazy because I am religious. Then Weds, I talk about Jewish views of death and my heart breaks as we discuss a culture who loves God, but doesn't realize that their Messiah has come. On the streets, homeless men approach me to discuss the madness of the world and the coming apocalypse. My eyes well up with tears as I see the effects of  our broken society: the economic poverty in the streets and  and the spiritual poverty of postmodern relativism in academia.  I swear that the shadows I see in the distance are sometimes more than shadows. My gut feeling confirms that something is fogging our city: sin, pride, deception, power, greed, depression... the depravity of man and spiritual bonds that hold him in his endless cycle of despair.


I think I understand why  the sight of the city brought Jesus to tears. "As he approached Jerusalem and saw the city, he wept over it and said, "If you, even you, had only known on this day what would bring you peace—but now it is hidden from your eyes" (Luke 19:41-42).  Our city doesn't see Jesus or the peace that comes with loving and trusting Him. The peace of knowing that His compassion led Him to give His very life on the cross, the peace of His great faithfulness, the peace of assurance of His redeeming love.... peace is hidden.


Last night we prayed for our campus to have open eyes, open ears, and open hearts to encounter the real, the powerful, the transforming, the supernatural character of God.  We prayed for the fog to be lifted, for the veil to be broken, for the scales to fall away.  Last night, someone declared that even as we come down from the mountain to find idolatry in the desert, God is still the same and He is still good and He is still worthy to be praised.  Lord, we pray that you will break us, mold us, and transform us so that you may be magnified and exalted in this place. We pray that this campus will know your peace.


As I type this I chuckle because the Word says that  Jesus did not come to bring peace, but a sword (Matthew 10:34) . Uh... how powerful and applicable a word right now. In order for us to share that peace that surpasses all understanding with the world (Phil 4:7), we must wield  the sword that Christ asked us to prepare ourselves with when He was preparing to be betrayed (Luke 22:36).  The sword symbolizing protection, division, the raw power that comes with the living God.  Peter thought he meant a literal sword, but Christ has empowered us with something so much greater- the sword of the Spirit (eph. 6:17; Hebrews 4:12). To know peace, we often become acquainted with the division of the sword first.  The truth of what we know from the Word of God and the guidance of His Spirit will cause division. We must trust that our God is bigger than this division, and show His love to those around us so that they maybe drawn closer to Him.  Truth separates and love unites .. so truth and love always go hand in hand... and we must be armed with both.


These times of trials, division, lamentations help us understand why we praise.  We've seen the alternative to Christ, and know that our only hope is in Him and He is good to those who seek Him- good in His terms, not ours. Good means blessing, but also chastening.. it means prosperity, but also sacrifice... it means victory, but also warfare.... good means whatever it takes for us to be a little more like Christ so that His name can be glorified.


Unfortunately, sometimes it is hard to see the good while in the season of lamentation.  In these times, I find myself continually reminding myself of the wisdom of Lamentations as captured by the hymn Great is Thy Faithfulness.


"Pardon for sin and a peace that endureth 
Thine own dear presence to cheer and to guide;
Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow,
Blessings all mine, with ten thousand besides!


Great is Thy faithfulness!
Great is Thy faithfulness!
Morning by morning new mercies I see.
All I have needed Thy Hand has provided.
Great is thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me!"


My prayer right now is one day at a time. Lord give us each strength for today and hope for tomorrow. Center our eyes back on your cross, back on your compassion, and your mercy. Help us seek your goodness and receive your mercies everyday. And when the good seems far off, remind us to wait for your salvation. Your hand is always near. " And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose." (Romans 8:28).


Everything... according to your purpose...

Last night, I thought about Hebrews 11 for awhile, shared Hebrews 12 at  evening prayer, and found myself challenged by Hebrews 13 on the bus ride home.

It's a little after midnight. I board my second bus on my commute home, practically empty as usual and proceed my usual seat by the back door. A man enters and sits directly in front of me, turns around and initiates small talk. "Going home, from school, AU, religious studies... " the usual string of appropriate responses. He says he is from Ethiopia and that he works here. Asks if I am Catholic. "No, just Christian." The man explains that it is "good chance" that we meet. Says we were meant to be friends. Asks if we can talk religion. Sure, fifteen minute ride home... I could handle talking about Jesus for that long. He asks for my number. What? "Your number, I saw your cell phone, we will be friends and we can talk more". Uh, I'm stuck in a corner. How to get out of it. I have identified myself as a Christian, I know that this man is from another culture... how do I not give him my contact information with out disrespecting him or defaming God. With some hesitation, I obliged. Conversation continued... about religion and culture... and as I stepped off the bus, he promised that we would speak again. 

I am not sure if that would be a great idea. I am not sure why some random African man decided that we should be friends on a bus, and I am not sure if he called me if I would answer it. What I am sure of is that I cannot claim Christ and then cast judgment upon strangers, ignoring the opportunity to share Christ's love with them. 

Hebrews 13:2 says this: "Do not forget to entertain strangers, for by so doing some people have entertained angels without knowing it." 

I'm not saying that he was an angel- actually I would be surprised if he was- but I am recognizing the command to not forget strangers, but rather to entertain them. What exactly does that mean?  After some geeky probing, I think it would be more accurate to say "Do not neglect to care for  and love strangers because some have shown hospitality to messengers of God without ever knowing it".

As Mathew Henry elaborates " he seems to speak of strangers such; though we know not who they are, nor whence they come, yet, seeing they are without any certain dwelling place, we should allow them room in our hearts and in our houses, as we have opportunity and ability."

Weird encounter on a bus? Yes, but also an opportunity to show love towards a stranger. I may not be offering housing, meals, and the things which were required of those "entertaining strangers" in Biblical times. But I did have the ability to share a conversation with him and the comfort of having a phone number of a new friend. I gave him a reach card for church, perhaps he will come by... perhaps he will call me... perhaps I shall never see him again. Regardless, I feel like I did what I could with the opportunity and ability I had in that moment.

It brings new meaning to the slightly annoying  song  lyrics "What if God were one of us.. just a stranger on the bus trying to make his way home". Would we walk past him? Or would we see him, converse with him, clothe him, feed him and offer hospitality to him as we are able?

"When did we see you a stranger and invite you in....?"  Lord, when did I have a conversation with you on the bus ride home? "The King will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me." (Matthew 25: 38,40)

"When you get overconfident it goes to your head. When you get holy confident you go to your knees. And that makes all the difference in the world." 

"For we who worship by the Spirit of God are the ones who are truly circumcised. We rely on what Christ Jesus has done for us. We put no confidence in human effort, ⁴ though I could have confidence in my own effort if anyone could. Indeed, if others have reason for confidence in their own efforts, I have even more!

 ⁵ I was circumcised when I was eight days old. I am a pure-blooded citizen of Israel and a member of the tribe of Benjamin—a real Hebrew if there ever was one! I was a member of the Pharisees, who demand the strictest obedience to the Jewish law. ⁶ I was so zealous that I harshly persecuted the church. And as for righteousness, I obeyed the law without fault. 

 ⁷ I once thought these things were valuable, but now I consider them worthless because of what Christ has done. ⁸ Yes, everything else is worthless when compared with the infinite value of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord. For his sake I have discarded everything else, counting it all as garbage, so that I could gain Christ ⁹ For God’s way of making us right with himself depends on faith. ¹⁰ I want to know Christ and experience the mighty power that raised him from the dead. and become one with him. I no longer count on my own righteousness through obeying the law; rather, I become righteous through faith in Christ." - Philipians 3:1-10 (NLT)

" ⁷I became a servant of this gospel by the gift of God's grace given me through the working of his power. ⁸Although I am less than the least of all God's people, this grace was given me: to preach to the Gentiles the unsearchable riches of Christ, ⁹and to make plain to everyone the administration of this mystery, which for ages past was kept hidden in God, who created all things. ¹⁰His intent was that now, through the church, the manifold wisdom of God should be made known to the rulers and authorities in the heavenly realms, ¹¹according to his eternal purpose which he accomplished in Christ Jesus our Lord. ¹²In him and through faith in him we may approach God with freedom and confidence. " - Ephesians 3:7-12

In anticipation of registering for classes, I've been doing some exploratory research into some possible capstone topics. I came across this handy dandy flash map produced by USA Today using data collected from the 2008 American Religious Identification Survey.  

According the the survey's findings, 8% of people in Washingtion, DC consider themselves "pentecostal/charismatic". 8%? After clicking around a bit, I discovered 8% is more than any state. More than the 2% in Kansas despite its close proximity to the International House of Prayer, more than the 3% in Missouri even with the  Assemblies of God's Mecca, more than the 3% in Florida where the Lakeland revival controversy occurred, more than the 4% in Ohio in the aftermath of the Catholic renewal, more than the 1% in California where the mega churches have popped up. According to this survey, DC would have a higher concentration of charismatic crazy people than any state, and double the national percentile collected by the PEW forum that indicates that roughly 4% of Americans self identify as pentecostal/charismatic. 

I came to DC to find the center of politics, but apparently I found the center of Pentecostalism as well... or at least that is the portrait that statistics paint. Numerical fallacies or a legitimate surge of charismatic faith in the nation's capitol?

" -They don't?
-No. They've got better things to do.
-Take it from me. A very good sign that you're crazy is an inability to ask the question, "Am I crazy?"
-Even if the answer is yes?
- Crazy people don't ask, you see?"

I love the movie Proof, and also refer back to it when I feel like I am losing my mind. The character in the movie's greatest fear is going crazy, and she is constantly asking herself if she is losing her mind. My greatest fear is not insanity per se. My greatest fear is that my relationship with God is a figment of my imagination. What if I am making up this stuff? What if I later discover I have been sinning against God every I attempt to glorify Him?

My greatest fear is becoming one of the false prophets, teachers, and preachers in the Bible. I am terrified of becoming the person described in 2 Peter 2.

¹But there were also false prophets among the people, just as there will be false teachers among you. They will secretly introduce destructive heresies, even denying the sovereign Lord who bought them—bringing swift destruction on themselves.... Bold and arrogant, these men are not afraid to slander celestial beings; ... ¹²these men blaspheme in matters they do not understand. They are like brute beasts, creatures of instinct, born only to be caught and destroyed, and like beasts they too will perish...

¹⁷These men are springs without water and mists driven by a storm. Blackest darkness is reserved for them. ¹⁸For they mouth empty, boastful words and, by appealing to the lustful desires of sinful human nature, they entice people who are just escaping from those who live in error. ¹⁹They promise them freedom, while they themselves are slaves of depravity—for a man is a slave to whatever has mastered him. ²⁰If they have escaped the corruption of the world by knowing our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ and are again entangled in it and overcome, they are worse off at the end than they were at the beginning. ²¹It would have been better for them not to have known the way of righteousness, than to have known it and then to turn their backs on the sacred command that was passed on to them. ²²Of them the proverbs are true: "A dog returns to its vomit,:..."

I'm pretty sure that my fear of becoming this is the very thing that will ensure that continually surrender to God.. A holy fear is a necessary component of a healthy faith. The one who is not afraid of screwing up his relationship with God may be the one who is actually farthest from God. After all, Paul does tell us to "continue to work out your salvation with fear and trembling, ¹³for it is God who works in you to will and to act according to his good purpose."(Phil 2:12-13) . Let's play substitution here with the Proof quote. Those who are false prophets and false teachers and making themselves their own gods don't sit around wondering if they are following God and asking others if they are on the right path. They have better things to do than to cry out in prayer and beg God to correct them if they are wrong. A good sign that I am following God is the ability and desire to constantly ask God "am I following you God?".

If we spent time asking God if we are following Him, asking Him to show us how to be sure to follow Him...His word clearly says that He will answer our prayer and guide our steps. The very hand that penned the verses that terrify me, also writes:"

"make every effort to add to your faith goodness; and to goodness, knowledge; ⁶and to knowledge, self-control; and to self-control, perseverance; and to perseverance, godliness; ⁷and to godliness, brotherly kindness; and to brotherly kindness, love. ⁸For if you possess these qualities in increasing measure, they will keep you from being ineffective and unproductive in your knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ. ⁹But if anyone does not have them, he is nearsighted and blind, and has forgotten that he has been cleansed from his past sins.

¹⁰Therefore, my brothers, be all the more eager to make your calling and election sure. For if you do these things, you will never fall, ¹¹and you will receive a rich welcome into the eternal kingdom of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ." (2Peter 1:5- 11)

If I am making every effort to try to increase my relationship with God and continually asking Him if I am walking in the right directions, I can never fail. The fact that I ask the question is my election sure and search for the answers to make sure I am on the right path, means that God will never let me fail. And if I stumble, He will drag me back to the place of surrender.

It is the questions that we are too confident in or unwilling to ask God that should send up red flags... as I search my own life looking for these hidden areas. I ask you, have you asked if you are crazy lately? =]

Friday night: home alone at 7 pm. Tension. Frustration. Can't describe it. I just feel really anxious. Like somethings built up that won't release. Pacing the hallway in prayer. Something snaps. Pacing becomes sprinting.. I'm sprinting suicides up and down the hallway. Lungs heavy, can't sprint anymore. Must run. Running suicides up and down the hallway. Chest tightening, here comes the wheezing. Jog. Jogging up and down the hallway. Until, I can't breathe. Walking, up and down the hallway. Gasp becomes a wheeze. Back to a jog... back to a run.. back to a sprint... to a full fledged asthma attack, and I stop. The world suddenly stops after a half hour of madness. All is at a stand still. Never felt better.

The intro to theme song of my high school career is on repeat in my head.

"Cause sometimes you feel tired, feel weak, and when you feel weak, you wanna just give up. But you gotta serach within you, you gotta find that inner strength and just pull that shit out of you and get that motivation to not give up and not be a quitter, no matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse."

Phase out Eminem, phase in worship last night...
" You're the source of light. I can't be left behind... I will follow. This world has nothing for me. I will follow you"

The switched flipped on, revelation. The last piece of the puzzle that needs to fall into place before I am complete again. Physically, I have to be me again. This broken body is not mine. I am hindering my own walk with Christ by neglecting the passion that God has given me for athletics and physical activity. My health, my personality, and my ability to socially network are all diminished by this issue. And, I'm unhappy about it. Ask me what I am most dissatisfied with at the moment... and I'd tell you- the fact that I don't feel like my body is mine. I am not a holistic person at the moment.

Why does this matter? Well, scripture does say that our bodies are temples. And, more importantly it says to love the Lord your God with all your heart, mind, soul, and strength. My heart is torn because it longs for the past, my mind is distracted by my insecurities, my soul is missing one of its passions, and my strength is slowly fading because I am constantly sick and mentally irritated. All in all, I am not 100% and as a result I can not give 100%.

To be entirely honest, God has been speaking to me about this issue for the last year and a half. I, in my laziness and shame, have ignored him. This isn't an issue of me embracing who God created me to be, it's an issue of me not preparing myself to be the person He created me to be. I fully believe that this is the missing link, this is the sin of omission that is holding me back. I am neglecting the spiritual discipline of putting one's body under submission and preparing myself to serve God with all that I am. Now to change it..

This is why I like my life better than yours.

It's 3 A.M. I have paper due in five hours that I haven't started because I spent the last four hours talking about God and praying with three amazing people. We shifted from talking about prayer to a teaching about the baptism of the Holy Spirit to personal testimonies to struggles we have with spiritual gifts to actually praying. Here is the facebook commentary forever documented by request...

FB Status: Natalie is hearing Kera's life story.

Me: For the record, I didn't want to share my life story; I wanted to pray and study. And now, it's 2 am and I still haven't started my paper. I blame the rest of you.
Natalie: well thanks to you and your gift of prophesy, we never got to do any of our work. instead we're forced to spend hours praying....gosh....
Me: well, maybe if you all would embrace your own gifts and stop asking me to explain the Biblical doctrine behind them, we wouldn't need to spend hours praying...
Natalie:it's not my fault that the devil sucks.
Brittany: i'm going to plead the blood over this facebook thread.
Natalie:what can wash away my sins?
nothing but the blood of jesus.
what can make me whole again?
nothing but the blood of jesus.
oh, precious is the flow...
that makes me white as sno-ow.
no other fount i know -
nothing but the blood of jesussssssssssss.
Natalie: i've got another one:
brittany, it's kinda weird for you to be praying over a computer....oh wait.........sorry, kera. :)
Kera: I didn't pray over the computer... the computer was just thrown during prayer once. I prayed over a printer. PRINTER. Entirely different... and a GPS system once which was not nearly as traumatic.

And, I think Brittany was pleading the blood over your devil suckage problem, not the computer. I mean I know the gift of discernment isn't necessarily your thing, but I would think that even you would know that a electronic device in and of itself is not a mechanism of spiritual warfare.
Natalie: i think the devil can use whatever device necessary to cause spiritual warfare. don't undermine satan and his workings, kera.
Kera: oh, I don't. remember the computer was thrown. even so, I think you give the punk a little too much credit... doesn't the Bible say something about him already being defeated? Oh ye of little faith...
Natalie: i like to give him some credit because it makes it even more amazing that God defeated him! why don't you like to think of God as super super powerful?
Kera: Ah, but my God is all powerful... giving Satan too much credit diminishes the fact that he is a punk that has no hold over our lives. Do you not realize the true power of the cross and the light of Christ to overcome the darkness of the world? Giving Satan too much credit gives him space to continue building the walls in our lives that keep us from accessing the super powerful presence of God. Hmm...
Brittany: i'm pretty sure the punk being defeated is the only reason i can plead the blood over facebook/satan/all of you. just saying..
Natalie:and now for some hillsong united
the enemy's been defeated
death couldn't hold you down
we're gonna lift our voice in victory...
we're gonna make our praises loud...
i think in spiritual wittiness and worship songs....

The image is stuck in my mind.

" The Marriage of the Lamb has come;
his Wife has made herself ready.
She was given a bridal gown
of bright and shining linen.
The linen is the righteousness of the saints. " - The Message; Revelation 19:7-8

"You have here a description of the bride, how she appeared; not in the gay and gaudy dress of the mother of harlots, but in fine linen, clean and white, which is the righteousness of saints; in the robes of Christ's righteousness, both imputed for justification and imparted for sanctification--the stola, the white robe of absolution, adoption, and enfranchisement, and the white robe of purity and universal holiness. She had washed her robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb; and these her nuptial ornaments she did not purchase by any price of her own, but received them as the gift and grant of her blessed Lord." - "Matthew Henry's Commentary

Familiar images? We as the Church are the bride of Christ, clothed in His righteousness, preparing for His return. Such imagery is encouraging and humbling. But, does this picture stir the same sentiment?

" I am a whore I do confess
But I put you on just like a wedding dress
and I run down the aisle
and I run down the aisle
I'm a prodigal with no way home
but I put you on just like a ring of gold
and I run down the aisle to you"' - Derek Webb, Wedding Dress

The Church is a whore. I am a whore. We're all whores. Putting on Christ and running down the aisle. Running away from sin, from other affairs, running in desperation toward the bridegroom. Christ gifted us this attire, and we fall under His authority and cloak ourselves in His righteousness. Still we'll always be whores clothed in garments that we don't deserve to wear. Aware of this and anticipating our reunion with our Beloved,we should be motivated to continue to purify our lives as we deepen our relationship with Christ.

The imagery is heart -wrenchingly beautiful. Yet, this imagery is mind-numbingly horrifying...

"If we desire people to be happily married to Jesus as his loving bride, it makes sense to let them go out on a few dates with him instead of just putting a shotgun to their heads and asking them to hurry up, put on a white dress, and try to look happy for the photos." - Mark Driscoll, Radical Reformission

Is it possible that we can be encouraging our brothers and sisters in church to jump into a relationship too quickly? Encouraging others to jump into a covenant that they neither understand nor can fulfill. Shotgun weddings. Quick come to the altar, accept Jesus into your heart. Say a sinner's prayer, take the vow.

Too often, there is no courting, no wooing, no love. The vow is empty. It is insincere. It is a shotgun wedding. Maybe not in the sense of a barrel to the head, but a shot was definitely fired. The barrel is still smoking, and the bride has little recollection of what happened. Some time later, the bride either falls deeply in love with her husband and looks back on the day of the vow... wishing her words meant more. Or, perhaps, she looks back and remembers the pressure and the smoking barrel, and despises the day and searches for options for divorce.