Being Set On Fire Might Hurt  

Saturday, October 18, 2008

My heart is breaking. I walk around this place every day, and oh the things I see with opened eyes…the way my heart breaks as it grows more in line with the Lord's. This godly compassion that afflicts me so sweetly. He placed me in a place where his spirit was moving in mighty, revival-type ways. Something in me snapped forever because his spirit was SO STRONG. Now, I read and watch and hear from friends what is going on there now…increasing urgency in the spirit, God's people rising up as one in unity, the might and power of the Lord manifesting itself on this earth and oh…oh how my spirit cries out "as if in the throes of labor." (see the psalms)

To have tasted, to have seen, and then to be taken out and put somewhere else. Yes, the Lord is here. Yes, their hearts are devoted to him. Yes, yes to all of those protesting questions. You can be doing everything right, and still it's "just another Sunday", just another College Crew, just another small group, just another week where we're "waiting in faith" for the day that the lord sends us somewhere else to save lives and achieve what we feel our destiny is…oh, it hurts. The urgency and hunger and straining in the spirit...

How can I describe what it's like to experience more of the Lord? That everyday urgency, hunger, passion, selflessness, and love…where there are 150 people showing up every day to pray for our nation, our state, our colleges, everything, passionate and hungry to the point of desperation…3 times a day corporate Daniel prayer, and not because someone declared some nifty 40-days-of-something with a handy booklet to study so you don't actually have to think about things yourself, and people forget once the 40 days are over…there is no end in sight to this increasing passion and prayer. It will go on as long as it is needed—the spirit of Lord! The passion of the spirit!

Forgive me if I make no sense…I know it probably sounds like I am rambling on, overzealous or rebellious or some other such negative impression that comes to people's minds when such bold words are read, and the negative stings felt. I cannot help it…there is so much more, and even what I have yet experienced is but a small taste of what is to come, of what can be. My eyes are set on impossible things, and my spirit starves for the presence of the Lord…I cannot live without his presence, I cannot survive without more of his spirit, more, more more more….it's the insistent cry of my soul: more of you God! MORE!

Forgive me for my passion. I cannot describe what can't be described. You have to experience it for yourself to understand…the more I learn about the might of our passionate God, the more I realize that He is out of our systems, our understanding, our "1-2-3" way of thinking…he is wild and powerful and crazy and passionate and he never, ever quits pursuing us. And oh, the more we become like him…what does that say about who we are to become as we become more like Jesus every day? Crazy, passionate, wild, powerful, doggedly-persistent…his presence is addicting. His powerful, wild presence is consuming, and like a flame it sends us up in a roar of fiery passion. The thing about being on FIRE for God, my friends? It hurts to be on fire. It's agony to be on fire. When you sing let your life fall down, think about those words…

As a prayer warrior said to me once: "are you willing to go to that place of suffering for the sake of others?"

The Lord has brought people across my path this last month and a half who are burning and aching for other people, and for the Lord to move. There is a straining in the spirit here, as if a mighty beast is being held back by ropes. Like boiling water that is covered with a lid. Spirit of God, shake this valley and shake your people so that the ropes break, and the pot boils over and sheds off the restricting lid. Let us pray in earnestness and passion, and love this city. As the darkness gets darker, let the light get brighter or the light will die! Darkness only overtakes a room when the light of the candle flickers out…darkness itself never puts out the candle. It's the candle's own doing that it went out.

This is not just another week. Take today and shake everything, everywhere you go. Take up your armor, your sword, and let out your battle cry…it's time for the church to rise up in prayer and evangelism, and do some warfare. It's time to get on our knees and cry for the aching of others. If the fire does not get brighter and grow, I fear that it will flicker out.

That's it. This probably makes no sense. I hope this isn't offending, but conviction would be good. I'm just starving is all…I've tasted and seen a tiny portion of how good the Lord is, and my spirit won't settle for less than everything of Him. I'm hungry for the fullness of God! Forgive my passion. Like Ezekiel, I cannot stop sounding the battle cry until the message is heard…the mighty, loving Lord Jesus has asked me to speak. What can I do but as he asks?

~Jennie

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Stress...aka I can't do this  

"There is nothing so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change."
–Mary Shelley in Frankenstein



Today I feel like I can't handle any more emotion. Like I can't handle anything changing dramatically back home in Boise or elsewhere, can't tolerate another large assignment, can't handle another powerful sermon, can't manage another profound insight or breakthrough…Just can't do it. I can't remember the last time I felt like this, but I've felt it lately.

Automatically, a statement such as this usually garners a pity party, or the impression that experiencing this is a bad thing and I want someone to be sympathetic to my stress, give me their wisdom, et cetera. It is quite the opposite, actually; I feel as if it's a product of positive developments in various areas of my life. Please allow me to explain.

I have found a concept running around in my brain this past week: an overwhelming feeling that I was made for this. Every moment of my life, painful and happy, were leading up to the day I gave my life to Jesus, and every season since is better than the last, as I become more like the Lord. I'm in a new process of building now—building to become more like God—and as I've passed into "building phase 2" we'll call it there's this increasing feeling of today is where I'm meant to be…my entire life has been building up to today…I was made for this.

Every day I've woken up with that feeling. As I walk across the frost-covered field to my campus and my job, praying for the day and the people I know I will see along its course...Today. I feel taxed and pushed to my limit, but I know that "limit" is only in my mind, and I feel as if I am capable of so much more. This same no-limit thought process has stretched to my reactions to emotional events in life, physical exhaustion or pain, stress levels…pretty much everything. I think—I know—that this sense of "more" stems from my spiritual life.

I adopted a saying this summer while working night shift and starbucks that I repeated pretty much constantly: "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. He is my sustainer and my redeemer." I repeated these scriptural declarations about God for hours on end, at any given time when I felt like I couldn't make it another step. "All of the sudden" I would get a ton of energy that carried me through the rest of the long night straight until I had safely driven the 30 minutes home and parked my car, at which point I would become exhausted.

I repeated it so much, in fact, that I'm afraid it wove its way into the very fabric of my being. (a poetic way to say I suddenly believed it) I find myself with no limits, even in my spiritual life. "Why not pray for this person here and now? Why not see that arm grow back right here? Isn't our God the God of the Universe who imagined the arm and formed its parts from dust? Why not see people rise from the dead right now? Why not cast out demons, and walk down dark alleys to reach the person the Lord wants to talk to, why not do all of the unreasonable, impossible, dangerous things that everything in my culture and my human nature says either can't be done or shouldn't be done from a false sense of "caution" (aka fear). Why not? Who is my God?

You see, the Lord told me to read Ezekiel, and he's shown me things through it. He told me to abide in him, and he's done things through me. He's giving me visions in the night, and visions when I look at people, and visions for campus and college crew and work and outreach and…and…wow.

In all of this boundlessness, this all-things-are-possible, to feel these past two days a lingering sensation of "I can't handle any more things. I just can't tolerate another sweet word, another kind look, another 'I miss you, I love you', not another blog, not another letter, not another phone call, text, sermon, anything…I just can't do it." It's so good and so sweet to me, because no matter how intensely I feel like I can't, there's this overwhelming thing inside of me that knows with all unwavering surety that I can, I will, and I will love it.

In these days of precious stress and weakness, the Lord our God moves. Every emotion inside of me strains and says "I can't" as the reasoning in my mind says "I shouldn't"…and the Spirit of the Lord has to overcome me again and move through me. There's this distinct sense of something else moving through me in all the glorious, wonderful things He has me do, say, read, etc. The Spirit of the Lord.

"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. He is my sustainer and my redeemer." He who is in me is greater than all things, not just he who is in the world. How big is our God?

My question is simply this: why not? Why is that "your limit"? Is it truly your limit, or is it just a constraint held in your mind? How much could you accomplish if nothing were impossible or too much to you? All things…hmm.

I feel overwhelmed. It's such a wonderful thing.

God bless,
Jennie

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Hastings  

Tuesday, October 7, 2008


I went to Hastings tonight after Worship training. Why? I don’t know. I sat in my car because I wanted to just sit in God’s presence and soak him in, so I was going to go on a drive, but then I remembered that my grandma called when worship training started. I began to think that I’d call her back tomorrow, but I knew that I wouldn’t and God reminded me that she’s not going to be around for much longer, and I’d already not returned a couple of her calls saying “I’ll do it tomorrow, when it’s not so late there.” So I called…I love my grandma so much. She’s a sweetheart. She helped raise me.

Anyway, got off the phone with grandma and was still sitting in my car, buckled up and key in the ignition, car off, so I started driving. Next thing I knew, I felt it in my heart to go to Hastings, so I made my way in that general direction, even though I had no real reason to go to there. I don’t need anything, or want anything from there. I went there anyway, because it felt like I should, and prayed as I was walking in. I did some more prayer under my breath as I walk walking around the store. Basically, I prayer walked Hastings for an hour, no joke.

There’s something about the spiritual atmosphere at Hastings that gets me in a way I need to be gotten. It’s so familiar to me…where I was, who I was, the things I was under the influence of, before I got saved. Those of you who know of that understand that this is not a good thing. A lot of times I’ve gone there and not been able to stay long…my skin just crawls, and my soul recoils. Really, there’s something demonic at work and it’s one that I used to tango with. One that I’ve defeated through the power of Jesus Christ.

Not all of them are like that, mind you…I’ve been in some very pleasant Hastings stores. This is a spirit I’m familiar with, and some of the people who frequent Hastings are exactly like I was, or like my friends were. A lot of them, actually. Hastings puts Buddha right next to Jesus. The Hastings in Lewiston has a very impressive Christian section…but on the other side of the shelf is the wicca/witchcraft/new age section, and there’s demonically twisted “Hebrew God related but not necessarily Christian” stuff mixed in with it all. It’s kinda dangerous.

I enjoy Hastings, don’t get me wrong. This isn’t a blog about why I dislike Hastings. Actually, it’s one my favorite stores I’ve decided…because it moves me to prayer. It moves me to enact spiritual warfare in every possible way. I can’t go there and not battle…either I battle the spirits of darkness and bring the presence and anointing of God, or I run away.

Tonight God didn’t have me talk to anyone; just battle in the spirit via prayer and look at things, test the spirit of the place and pay attention to the dynamic on that level. I have been sent there specifically to talk to people before, though. There was this man in his twenties I met once who had an elaborate cane in one hand, and had recently ordered a cast of a narwhale tusk because he’d always dreamed of having one. He was a fascinating man—worked there—and we talked about God and church and beliefs. It came up very naturally, and the conversation was pleasant even though he didn’t yet believe in God, and rather disliked the church. Wonderful conversation, fascinatingly interesting man. Haven’t seen him since. I think his name was Charles or something, and we talked for a good two or more hours standing there in Hastings.

While I was driving home afterward and praying aloud for Hastings and the other things the Spirit brought up, I got to thinking about “The World Today” such as those people and the economy and all of that. How I’ve heard it spoken about…with resignation. “That’s just the way people are.” The growing minority of Christians in the country, all of that. Something occurred to me…it’s not their fault.

Yeah, I know all the arguments that saying this will bring up, but I’ve thought about those too, and I’ve decided that the state of the world isn’t the world’s fault. It doesn’t have Jesus, what can we expect? The Church, however, with the spirit of God and all of this calling…this is going to sound harsh. But I’m saying it anyway. It’s the Church’s fault. And I’m part of the Church, so don’t for a second think that I’m pointing my finger at “you people”, I’m pointing my finger at myself. The church has not risen up to the call of Christ in the way he said—miracles, signs, wonders, gifting, and everything else he’s asked his church to do since the Great Commission—and people are dying because of it. Throwing themselves in front of trains…spiritually, and physically.

I was just thinking about what it’s gonna take to walk in the FULL promises of God. To walk in miracles, signs, wonders, without corruption or anything like that. What are we going to have to sacrifice to rise up to the challenge of the world we’re facing? Yeah, it’s really bad on so many levels, and we can sit around and talk about this sin and that sin and yada yada…but we can’t blame them for it. They don’t have a correct picture of God, they don’t know better. We should. The Church should. There’s a sense of urgency in the spirit that keeps increasing…we can’t afford to wait around and debate and stress about the little things in our lives. We need to trust God to help us with all of that, make his truth and power known in our lives, and GO.

Thousands of people are dying every day while we sit around trying to fix ourselves. It’s not okay to me…

This message is a challenge to me as much as it’s a challenge to anyone else. And I’m not softening it up at all, I know. I am a mercy person by nature, don’t get me wrong, but the Lord is god of Justice too. God is calling the church to step up, and I’ve heard exciting stories about churches that are…and the amazing things that they see happen on a daily basis. (LA Dreamcenter, Bethel Church, etc.) Impossible things make not only possible, but normal! What is it gonna take for us to see that happen where we are: the Treasure Valley area? The Lewiston Valley area? And how many people are we willing to let die while we decide how far we’re willing to go for them…

I don’t know. I really don’t know anything. Just thinking and praying is all. But it’s not the government’s job to fix these problems…it’s ours. After all, only Jesus really CAN fix anything. "Love the Lord your God with all your heart, all your soul, and all your mind. Equally as important is this: Love your neighbor as yourself." If I was blind, I would want to see. So let's go out with the power of Jesus in our heart and lives, and lay our hands on the blind.

God bless,
Jennie

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Destiny, Confidence, and Power  

Friday, October 3, 2008

It’s been a long time since I’ve posted a blog, and I talked to someone the other day who informed me that apparently my entire family on the east coast (plus their family we don’t know about very much, and their family’s friends, and more than that) are all reading my blogs on a regular basis. Knowing that I have friends in Boise reading it when they can, a friend in Utah who gets to them every now and then, a friend in Oregon who has had her church mentors read it as well…it’s quite a revelation for me.

You see, I had it in my head that no one really read them and that I was mostly posting them for my own sake, and therefore I stopped posting for about a month or so there. It’s not that I haven’t had thoughts to write about, there’ve been a ton of amazing revelations—it’s just that I’ve been writing them in my personal journal, convinced that no one was really reading them online.

This summer an amazing friend of mine in Boise, Ashley, prophesied over me, saying that God has given me a gift of words, and that I need to write. “What you write will be spread to other people, and those people will share it with others, and so on…you just need to do it. Write. When you write, you will change the world with your words.”

Jennifer Glover has also spoken this over my life, saying “I think you have a gift of putting things into words that have never been spoken before. Things that have never been put into words—indescribable things—you’re so articulate. God has given you the ability to articulate things. I think that people who have never been able to define some things in their life will read your words and suddenly feel like that’s their story on the page, spoken for the first time. You’ve given words to it.”

I got to Lewiston and went to Hope Chapel one Sunday night because RiverCity hadn’t starting its evening service yet, and I had worked all morning at Starbucks. After the service a guy came up to me as I was talking to the pastor and a few others and said that God had given him a word for me, and he said “You are the head and not the tail. I see people following you…you’re a leader.” He went on to say “I see you at a desk with a pen, writing. That’s where you belong…I really see it. That’s where you belong.” I’d never met this guy before. There was no way he could have known that, if not for God showing him.

It’s not just that it’s been spoken over my life multiple times, it’s that I’m seeing it now…people reading. All I need to do is write. Here’s my confession: the REASON God asked these people to speak this out over my life is because I haven’t been writing. They don’t know that. I write in my journal, and I write some blogs…but when I sit down at my computer and open that blank word document, that cursor blinks at me on the blank page…and something in my heart seizes up, and my mind goes blank, and my attention goes somewhere else…and I walk away.

For the life of me, I can’t move that cursor. I’ve got so much to say, but no idea how to say it. And the cursor blinks at me, waiting…just like there are people I’ve never met and don’t know of who are waiting for my words, even if they themselves don’t know it yet. I’ve got a calling…

The reason that I’m telling you—my invisible readers—all of this is because you each have a calling, and a calling is such a complicated thing. Writing is one of many callings and giftings I have, but I can’t ignore it. A part of me is afraid to write, I think…afraid that no one wants to read. Everybody is a writer, you know, or think they are. It’s not exactly something special…what if I’m just one of those pretenders and never really get published or anything? What if…? And so out of caution, or fear perhaps, I doubt myself and that cursor blinks at me.

The Lord has been going at me from all sides, asking me to write. In fact, the other night I had a dream and woke up at 3:30am murmuring about needing to read the book of Ezekiel. I got up, went to the bathroom and walked around, then went back to bed—the entire time murmuring “Ezekiel chapter 1” over and over in a half-asleep state. So the next day I carried my Living Translation bible with me to my classes and started reading Ezekiel chapter 1.

In the first chapter of Ezekiel, the Lord calls him to be a prophet in a powerful vision…he sees the strangest things. These powerful-looking angels that are creative and frightening and powerful, and above them is a glass dome, and above that he sees God sitting on a throne of lapis lazuli, with a torso like “gleaming amber, flickering like a fire” and below the waist “a burning flame, shining with splendor” and around him was “a glowing halo [of light], like a rainbow shining in the clouds on a rainy day.” (go read it…it’s quite thrilling and frightening, really. Not the sugar-coated sweet version of God and Angels that we usually see.)

The Lord then speaks to Ezekiel, telling him that he’s got a message to give to the people and that he’s going to use Ezekiel to tell them. He hands a scroll to Ezekiel, which has the message the Lord wants him to speak (of doom and death really) written on it, and says “Son of Man, eat what I am giving you—eat this scroll! Then go and give its message to the people of Israel. Fill your stomach with this.” And Ezekiel says that when he ate it, it tasted like honey in his mouth. There are all these images of writing and life and death and redemption in this book…the valley of dry bones passage (one of my top ten favorites) is here. And the powerful way that he portrays our God…wow.

I think that we forget how powerful our Lord and Savior is. Read Ezekiel and Revelations and Daniel and Isaiah…any of the prophets, really, but Ezekiel and Daniel really do it in such a crazy visual way. Those angels that really kinda frighten me? Yeah, he MADE them. This God who shows himself above it all on a throne, shining with Glory and Power, with a torso like shining bronze and legs like fire…who commands armies of angels who shake the entire earth when they step and cause pestilence and plagues to sweep through a city with one movement of their arms…yikes. Read it….and ask yourself this question: how BIG is your God? How big are you allowing him to be in your life?

Here’s the really cool thing. This God came to earth and confined himself to human form, human limitations, and went by the name of Jesus. He never sinned and he allowed us to beat him, spit on him, humiliate him, and ultimately kill him. Then he rose from the dead, and ascended to the THRONE. (I’ll come back to that.) And because of that, Jesus says that we are sons and daughters, adopted into the kingdom of God through Jesus and are co-laborers with Christ (see Galatians and Ephesians) and “are being transformed into his likeness with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit.” (2 Corinthians 3:17-18)

Let me say that again, some of you didn’t catch that. “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. For those God foreknew he also predestined to be conformed to the likeness of his Son, that he might be the firstborn among many brothers/sisters. And those he predestined, he also called; those he called, he also justified; those he justified, he also glorified.” (Romans 8:28-30)

What is this saying? We are NEW CREATIONS in Jesus, and even though we know that scripture, so many of us walk around with our eyes fixed on the cross and our old, sinful nature. However, Jesus didn’t stay on the cross. He rose from the grave and ascended to the throne! Please go to www.biblegateway.com and read Hebrews 10:13-27,35-39 before reading on to the next sentence.

Why do we keep walking around in fear of screwing up, saying we’re being “Careful” when really we’re just not believing that the Lord Jesus Christ has set us free? He’s been talking to me about this… Jesus talks about loving our enemies, and he says: “If you are kind only to your friends, how are you different from anyone else? Even pagans do that. But you are to be perfect, even as your Father in heaven is perfect.” (Matthew 5:47-48)

Woah, woah Jesus. Perfect? How can anyone be perfect? The church so often preaches out of a false sense of humility that we are nothing and sinful beings and can never be perfect. How, then, can Jesus demand that we must be perfect? Paul says that we have died with Christ and been raised with him, and are being transformed into his likeness. (read Philippians 3-working towards perfection in Christ.) The bible says we must be humble, but true humility isn’t degrading what God has made.

Look at it this way: if a painter makes his masterpiece and somebody walks by and says “that thing is terrible! It’s ugly and done all wrong” how does that honor the painter? In the same way, god made us. He made us and chose us and predestined us for glory. By calling ourselves sinful and ugly and always shuffling off our God-given abilities (such as my writing or paintingm or whatever your gifts and abilities are) as “oh, it’s not me, I’m terrible at everything really, it’s Jesus…” we are NOT honoring him. We are insulting him.

He made us with those talents! He crafted us in our mother’s womb! We are his masterpiece! When someone compliments you for something that you do well, say “thank you very much” and give God the credit and glory for making you with these awesome talents. Moses was described as the most humble man in the world…it wasn’t because he said he couldn’t do things and was worthless. It’s because he did things and gave God the glory for them. By walking in our gifts and our calling, our lives glorify our God.

Forgive me, I’ve gotten off on a humility tangent. If I’m not making sense (which is very possible) read the book “The Supernatural Ways of Royalty” by pastor Bill Johnson and Kris Vallotton of Bethel Church in Redding, CA. It’s worth every penny you’ll spend on it, I promise. I have a friend in the intern program at that church actually—Kevra.

Basically what I’m saying is this: How big are you allowing God to be in your life? Are you trusting him to transform you into the likeness of his Son and make you a new creature, with a new life, and a new nature? It isn’t our nature to sin anymore. (Romans 8). Walk with confidence in your Lord and Savior, unafraid of the master of this world. Don’t be afraid to walk in your calling and your giftings, which the Lord placed in you.

Focus on where Jesus in NOW—on the throne, risen from the dead, glorified in victory—and don’t just stand still when you get saved, thinking that there is nothing beyond the cross. The Cross is the beginning of this new salvation life, not the goal of it. It is essential and important, but if we keep sinning so that we can keep coming to the cross and repenting because we don’t know any kind of faith other than this…how does that glorify God? We are to be like our savior…who is sitting in glory and victory on the throne in heaven at God’s right hand. What does say about where he’s taking us on this journey we walk with him toward perfection…wow.

To tie this entry together, the Lord asked me to write. He sent me to college to get a writing degree. He’s told me through person after person and I didn’t get it, so he told me through a person I’ve never met before, and I still didn’t quite get it. So he told me in a dream to read a book that would remind me of his request of my life—that I write—in a way that also reminded me how powerful he is.

If I do what he asks and simply write…even though I may get it wrong the first ten times, I’ll eventually get it right. Even though it may be rejected by publishers, it will eventually be accepted. He is powerful enough to make it whatever he needs it to be and get it to the people who he wants to read it, regardless of what may stand in the way…if only I, like Ezekiel, simply use what he has given me and do what he says.

God bless,
Jennie

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