Making History and History Makers
Earlier today I viewed a matinee of The Da Vinci Code. Got this pic of Tom Hanks here.
The other night I had a strange dream with a powerful long haired older woman staring at me and then the screen of my mind went black, like a giant tablet, becoming etched full of cryptic ancient symbols, white on black.
Earlier today, watching the scene pictured here I saw the very black and white images from my dream (minus the preceding old lady). During the scene, the character of Robert Langdon is lecturing French students through some interesting powerpoint slides. When I saw the image from my dream it was like my whole spirit lept into my eyes. I knew this movie was digging into something primal.
Images of God. Icons of God. Words of God. Images of Goddess. Icons of Goddess. Words of Goddess. Can you feel the trembling birth pangs?
Check out these links Paulo sent me about the U.S. Embassy being built in Baghdad:
Last weekend we had Adam and Crystal over for dinner. We talked a lot about the kingdom of God. After dinner we put the kids to bed and entered our living room (full of Christian symbols and tons of books) and talked more deeply. At one point in time Darlene told me to get in the circle, which means it was my turn to be prayed over. This is tradition in our home when someone needs prayer, they get on their knees on the floor and others in the room pray. We have prayed for many people in our home the last while.
So there I was on my knees with my head and shoulders down on the floor. I was small like a turtle. Crystal and Darlene (my wife) laid right over my back and began to pray. They had me covered in prayer. Two women covering a man in prayer. Adam had his hand on Crystal most, if not all of the time.
And it was under the prayers of two women of God that I was undergoing painful surgery and had intense visions. Two in particular I will share. I saw hell so clearly I had to cover my eyes. The flames. The demons that looked like giant fiery kings. The flailing arms. The smoke. I could smell it. I could taste it. Then I was lifted above those flames into clearer cleaner flames... shekinah. I saw an ancient place with a stone table. I had seen that same place two nights earlier when Kamal from India prayed for me in our living room with me in the same position (now that I think about it). Kamal had been praying in tongues and prophecying. I saw this sacred place with the table and beautiful light all around. But this night, with these women praying, the whole place was aflame with the glory of God.
And I saw Jesus near the table, but it and he were far enough away that I couldn't make out his face. I knew he had just turned towards me and was walking through the flames... I couldn't stand it anymore. I kept looking for his face. Kept asking him to reveal himself to me like he did when I was a child. All those times I saw his face. What I did get to see very vividly were deep wounds in flesh. And I knew they were His wounds. Not scars, but big red scratches left in skin... His skin. Anyway, needless to say it was hard getting up off the floor after that.
I only share this story to remove the veil a bit. I don't get into this stuff much in this blog because it's the most sacred experiences within my family which are closest to my heart. And who wants to peel their skin, break open their rib cage and pull out their heart all the time... not me.
Yet, in light of The Da Vinci Code and the recapitulation of the sacred feminine, I wanted to share this story to make a point. That in the intimate presence and power of the Spirit of Jesus Christ men and women can become fully human and truly alive to walk all over this broken globe as living images, icons, and words of God... humble, obedient, interdependant, and loving one another and every other.
I'm done typing for one night. The guys from The Contact just called from Red Deer. They will be here at 2 am to pick me up. I'll be driving with them through the night to Historymaker in Kamloops. I have no role or function there. I am going to watch and pray and serve the King of Kings and His people any way that I can.
obedient and available.