“I think the biggest enemy in the church is not the devil. It’s our own passivity to the majesty of the Lord Jesus. At some point the Good News becomes okay news and Christianity is no longer life changing but merely life enhancing, and Jesus doesn’t change people into radicals anymore, just nice people. The church becomes dull, predictable, and monotonous.
Here’s the thing about dullness, what it means is we’ve lost our capacity to be simple before God. We’ve lost the ability to live in wonder and astonishment.”
For all those interested in attending a Bethel Church conference in your area, check out the itinerary. I hope you go to a conference and your life becomes radically more passionate, alive, and whole.
A friend wrote a great and inspiring piece.
READ THIS and then LIVE IT! : Conquer Mediocrity | Reformation Designs
“It may be that we have lost our ability to hold a blazing coal, to move unfettered through time, to walk on water, because we have been taught that such things have to be earned; we should deserve them; we must be qualified. We are suspicious of grace. We are afraid of the lavishness of the gift.
But a child rejoices in presents!”
“Am I suggesting that we really ought to be able to walk upon water? That there are (and not just in fantasies) easier and faster ways to travel than by jet or car? Yes, I am. There are too many stories of mystics being able to move hundreds of miles through the power of contemplation for us to be able to toss them aside. Over and over again throughout the centuries we have made choices which were meant to free us, but which ultimately have limited and restricted us. But the artist has retained some of the freedom we have lost in the industrial dailiness of our living.”
Walking on Water: Reflections of Faith and Art
by Madeleine L’ Engle
Today I was asking God what I should do to move onward today: having finished ministry school Friday, gradually working on writing my book, eagerly waiting for job(s) to come together, feeling stir-crazy and frustrated. I felt that He said, “Read some poetry.” I thought it was a good idea, but less “practical” than my mind preferred. Nevertheless, I got out a book of poetry. This particular book is Shelley’s Poems and is over one hundred years old. I flipped open to a couple sections and read. In my reading, I floated across this:
“Asia Answers” from Shelley’s “Hymn to Asia”
My soul is an enchanted boat,
Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float
Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing;
And thine doth like an angel sit
Beside a helm conducting it,
Whilst all the winds with melody are ringing.
It seems to float ever, forever,
Upon that many-winding river,
Between mountains, woods, abysses,
A paradise of wildernesses!
Till, like one in slumber bound,
Borne to the ocean, I float down, around,
Into a sea profound, of ever-spreading sound.
And so, in my restlessness, I find the mental image of a sleeping swan: the promise of rest for those who dare to believe it is possible to rest while travelling down the river into the great ocean of destiny. God has lived in Rest since creation, and through Jesus we are invited into it – not merely one day a week, but ongoing rest – the peace that passes understanding sort of rest. Ahhhhh… time to curl up our swan necks and tuck our heads into soft feathers, to travel while at rest. Sweet Jesus, making all things possible as usual.
“Therefore, since the promise of entering his rest still stands, let us be careful that none of you be found to have fallen short of it . . .
Let us then approach the throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need.” (Hebrew 4:1 & 4:16)
“I really like things in the sky.”
– me, in response to a compliment about my earrings with hot air balloons on them
“Hahahaha. You sound like such a mystic.”
– Nick Moon, in response to the blank looks of the people I’d just spoken to
“Come up here.”
– Jesus (Revelation 4:1), in response to John as he gazes at an OPEN door in heaven
A French priest, conducting a retreat, said,
To love anyone is to hope in him always.
From the moment at which we begin to judge anyone,
to limit our confidence in him,
from the moment at which we identify (pigeonhole) him,
and so reduce him to that,
we cease to love him, and he ceases to be able to become better.
We must dare to love in a world that does not know how to love.
(Walking on Water by Madeleine L’ Engle, page 127)
My friend Caitlin’s video from the streets of New York City:
Looking for a splendid twirl into the depths of creativity? Wanting to release your inner artist? Happily artistic and wanting to step out in more confidence? Whether you consider yourself an artist or not, you should COME TO THE SCHOOL OF SUPERNATURAL CREATIVITY at Bethel Church! It is going to be INCREDIBLE!!!!! Tell your friends! Get a group and hop over to Redding! Be refreshed in the Presence of Father God!
Come Come Come! May 24-27!!!!
This includes: visual arts, writing, fashion design, theatre, photography, dance, media, film, etc. It will be inspiring!
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