Chronos and Chairos
Finally back in the office after a crazy weekend plus a day. I need a watch. I never know what time it is. I've been checking online here and there. I broke my ironman six months ago. Mountain man needs mountain watch! Anyway...
Last Thursday afternoon I coffee-breaked a journal entry:
Had soupy spicy asian lunch with Daniel today. Missed a 2 pm conference call with some Baptist Convention boys in Ontario. My cell phone showed "unknown number" so I didn't answer it. It was noon. I was slurping soup. I was assuming they were calling at 2 pm "my" time! Oops. Contrary to popular Western opinion, I guess the whole world doesn't revolve around Alberta time.And that is exactly what happened. Friday night I got up in front of University students and young professionals and told them we were not in school and they didn't have to listen to a single thing I had to say. They were either going to be "spectators of" or "participators in" the divine nature of Jesus Christ right there and then. His Spirit was on the way.
Tomorrow morning I have a 7 am flight out of Calgary. Means I'll drive out of Canmore at 4:30 am. But I won't stay here in Calgary tonight. I'll drive my newly aquired 2002 VW Jetta TDI all the way home (this sweet little diesel gets nearly 1000 km per tank of fuel - I bet I could get to Vancouver from Canmore on one tank). I'd rather tuck my kids in bed and sleep soundly beside my wife.
Tomorrow night I'll be on the coast of Nova Scotia across from PEI preaching among Dalhousie University students and young professionals there. They want to learn to pray and get into "stuff" about the Spirit and the kingdom of our God and Father. So much fun. They are burdened for Halifax. Hmmmm. An army of young warriors rallying to Jesus Christ.
Tick tock. Will hopefully have God interupt us all He wants and take all the time He deserves. I think a lot of students are going to lose some sleep and gain a thimble full of eternity.
Friday night, there was an ocean of tears and healing. People actually getting it. Climbing up and into Him as He descended down and into them. Praying over one another. Giving and receiving. Scripture, words, pictures - deeper and deeper with and for each other. Saturday morning, everyone sitting at attention and drinking up the deeper teaching of the word. A few people popping like popcorn. Saturday night, the hinges came off. Everyone floored or unable to get up out of their seats. The doxa/glory/weight of presence. Hours upon hours of prayer and obedience. People laying things down and picking things up. Declaring things. Trusting God with their hearts. Deep surgical prayers. People learning how to do the surgury. Literally, hands on experience of something new and fresh. Real healing happening right before their eyes.
For almost all of those present, this was the first time they had ever been that deep into the kingdom reign of their heavenly Father in one room. The Almighty carried us along for quite some time. The river was flowing. You could hear it. I saw gold flecks falling on one girl. Didn't tell her that, but told her rather what God was saying to her. It's never about the gold. The gold is just a sign. Just like physical manifestations... signs of intimacy. God letting individuals know that He is with them right there in the midst of that thing deep down coming up. Especially the healers/medics. Learning how not to carry other peoples sicknesses. Giving it all over to Jesus. Don't receive any of that stuff!
Learning how to let it go. How to see. How to hear. How to perceive and understand. People were beginning to see nations from above, praying for very specific things internationally. Learning to trust the words coming from the Father's heart. Then all at once - it was finished for one night. Jesus had left the building, so to speak. And everyone knew all at once that he was gone... for the moment. But, He is always on his way back to us. Hopefully, we are always on our way toward Him.
I always get a chuckle out of God entering a room full of people and taking hours to meet with them. Sometimes all day and all night long. None of us has any idea how deep the rabbit hole goes. So vast beyond all measure. So many churches full of so many people tick tocking their lives away. Giving God that one precious hour. If we don't stop we will never go anywhere. If we don't wait...