Sunday, February 18, 2018

Have you ever wiped away the tears of a stranger?

Today at church we had a young lady come up to the front during our prayer time.  She and her partner, and their two babies, have been attending our church now for just two weeks.  While holding one of her babies, this young lady confessed how hard and broken her life has been this last year: loss of loved ones, stress, tensions, and various personal crises.   She broke down and began to cry, in front of our little church, standing there next to our pastor.

Suddenly, one of the ladies from our little congregation came forward with a tissue and wiped the tears from this young lady’s cheeks.  And all of a sudden, the ladies of our congregation arose from their chairs and surrounded this woman and her infant. They began to pray for her, loving on her with their gentle prayers and comforting touches.

Their compassion was stunning.  No one made them do this.  No one coached them.  They saw a young mama with a broken heart and they rose up to surround her with their fierce and tender love.  There was no judgment in their actions or words.  This woman was their daughter.  This woman was their sister.  This woman and her baby, though little known to most of them, was family.  

It was stunning.  Truly stunning.  Once again, my definition of revival expanded.  

Who are these women who are learning to love so well?  There’s the one who recently celebrated one year clean after 10 years of devastating heroine addiction.  There’s the one who was beaten by her boyfriend, dumped in a field and left for dead and had to crawl on her hands and knees to find help.  There’s the one who has suffered through addiction and multiple toxic marriages riddled with infidelity.  There’s the one who worked faithfully at a car manufacturer for over 30 years and raised two daughters by herself.  There’s the one who travels to a third world nation every year with her husband to serve missionaries and local ministries for three weeks.  There’s the one whose marriage was recently restored…  And the list goes on and on.

What we all have in common is that each of our lives were changed by the Man from Nazareth.  A Man who rescued us from incredible brokenness and restored our souls.  And because He loved us so well, we are learning to love.  We are learning to wipe each other’s tears…even when they belong to a stranger.

Isaiah 61 came alive in my spirit this morning while I was watching this beautiful scene.  
We are the ones that "will rebuild the ancient ruins and restore the places long devastated; they will renew the ruined cities that have been devastated for generations.”  And at least in our little church, on the corner of  North Burdick and Paterson, we’re beginning by gently wiping away one tear at a time.


Our city is being rebuilt.







Saturday, February 10, 2018

Was talking with Sarah, one of our Kalamazoo House of Prayer staff, on Thursday about the manifest presence of the Lord (one of my all time favorite subjects!). I was telling her the story of the moment I encountered His thick, tangible presence in a building. It was Jan. 1, 1996 and I was 21. I was with a small group of young adults and a few "older" adults (like my dad) and we were visiting the Toronto Airport Christian Fellowship for the first time - during the height of the outpouring up there. I walked through the front doors of the church (which used to be an airport hangar) and I stopped. I raised my hands and began slicing through the air, as if I were cutting a piece of bread, and commented out loud, "Do you feel that?" I did not know that the Lord could dwell in a physical location like that.....it was like walking into a living river that went way over my head. That week [in Him] marked me for life. My eyes were forever opened to the fact that He is way more awesome than I had imagined, He is fun, He heals, He can call you out of a crowd when He wants to, the devil can't stand His presence or pure worship, and God can flow through me....not just use me, but His Spirit can actually flow through me.
Although I have since learned to cultivate my personal relationship with Him in secret and realized I can encounter Him in beautiful and profound ways when it's just me and Him....there is still something to be said for the magnificent corporate enouncter with our beautiful Savior. What would it feel like to walk into KHOP and walk into a literal cloud of His glory. What does it look like when He blankets a city like that? What does it look like when He envelopes an entire region in His glory? I don't know. But I'm looking forward to finding out.


Faith Comes by Hearing

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