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If you want revival

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If you want revival

You’ve got to ask God to come

If you want God to come, you need to have open windows of heaven

If you want open windows, you need to have the favor of God

If you want the favor of God, you need to have the power of the Holy Spirit

If you want the power, you need to be available to the Holy Spirit

If you want to be available, you need to offer yourself freely to the Holy Spirit

If you want to offer yourself freely, you need to empty yourself of your agenda.

If you want to empty yourself of your agenda, you need to deal with fear

If you want to deal with fear, you need to repent

If you want to repent, you need to address self-centeredness

If you want to address self-centeredness, you need to ask the Holy Spirit to help you

If you want the Holy Spirit to help you, you need to spend time in the Word and in prayer

If you want to spend time in the Word and in prayer, you need to examine your present condition

If you want to examine your present condition, you need to be seeking answers.

If you want to be seeking answers, you need to be dissatisfied and wanting change.

If you are looking for a change, then you have hope

If you have hope, it is because you know it exists

If you know hope exists, it is because you have seen it in action

If you have seen hope in action, you recognize love

If you recognize love, it is because eternity has been put in your heart.

So if you want revival…

A Birthday Toast

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Twas never seen upon this land the babe that came to rest
Amid the straw in that dark cave a manger there was blest

Kindly held by mother dear as Joseph watched in awe
“Look at the peace, the sweet repose” whispered he and saw

A few shepherd trudging down the lane on that emblazoned night
Celebrated in heaven above by one solitary light

And dark the hate that hid men and satan’s forces entrenched
To thwart the grace and mercy of God: shall our hope be wrenched?

How fitting was the bread of heaven to lay amid the straw
Whose Holy Spirit feeds us still who thirst and drink in awe

I cannot speak of my own birth, or passing another year
Compared to One who then and now has invited us so clear.

Nor do I understand with what mercy He betide,
to share His love with one like me from the grace and mercy side

So now a toast to family and friends dear, my blessings do surpass
and show me some of heaven’s light until that that day hold fast.

Let’s meet without exception inside just to the right
Near Jesus side, with grateful heart He’ll unite us in His light.

Grace Dream

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I was called to a transfer office by an old man. He was not frail. I never looked at his face so I don’t know what he looked like. But the voice was deep, very full yet quiet. He pointed to a series of bathroom stalls along the wall and said “go sit down”. I chose the nearest stall and sat down on one of the toilets. I don’t remember having to lower my trousers. Although the stall was not deep he stood facing me.

He knew the answer to anything I wanted to know and I knew he knew. So I took the opportunity to ask him the question I’ve wanted to know for ten years: “So, what was it?” meaning, what was the answer I had been looking for to unlock my situation. “Grace”, he replied. He then left the bathroom stall and walked away.

He walked to a counter and gave brief instructions to a lady and exited out a door. I noticed a few other people leaving out a door too. My traveling bag was on the lady’s counter and there was a small stack of paperwork already filled out for me. I was still sitting in the stall. Procedurally, all that remained was for me to stand up, grab my traveling bag and go through the door as well.

Instead, I started shouting “grace” at the top of my lungs. It rang through the office over and over. Somehow the atmosphere in the room changed. What was seen was now unstable. The air on top of the lady’s counter turned to a waterlike substance. My traveling bag under it melted away until it was completely gone. My paperwork did the same thing. The air stabilized again. I don’t remember stopping my shouting.

Sanctuary Dream

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I stood at the top of some stairs in our church sanctuary and saw one of our elders directing traffic on the main floor area. I sauntered over to say “hi” glancing around at all the activity. Morton’s a tall guy and as I approached I looked up at him. But it wasn’t him but Jesus, standing four feet from me. Looking at me.

Robe. You know the one. Tall. Taller than me. Beard. Somewhat muscular. Not the five foot tall Jewish, or the sickly/wimpy ones suggested by others. No halo. I didn’t speak and He didn’t either. We looked at each other for at least a minute. Eye to eye. Face to face.

What first astonished me (perhaps that’s why I was speechless), was His perfect beauty. He radiated health and strength. I once tried to grab ahold of a good friend who pumps iron. He couldn’t be grabbed or moved. Solid. Like that. Hair curly flowing thick locks that women would give up all they had to possess.

The thing I slowly came to notice was that He was very faintly smiling.

I noticed He was at rest. The One who calmed the waves with a word, type of peace. If Bill Gates wants fresh Maine Lobster for dinner in four hours, he says the word and a couple of lobsters off the East coast say “whatthe?” five minutes later and head to wherever he is. Like that. Or Welches Grape Jelly and Laura Scudder peanut butter sandwiches with Lays potato chips sandwiched between evenly toasted squishy white bread. Now. All available in heaven or earth or under the earth. At His call.

I realized he saw my burdens, my cares, my failures. I don’t think He touched me or them at all. I was memorizing every line in His face. This was not the time for my stuff. I drank Him in somehow – standing there in resurrection power. I woke up with His face burned into my memory.

How can somebody go from vanquished to victor without a real change of circumstance? That I know Him. And He knows me. What else really is lacking to joy?

People can’t swallow the double command “rejoice in Lord always, again I will say rejoice. Let all men know your forbearance” because they haven’t understood or experienced with the eyes of faith the key to the verse, that “the Lord is at hand”.

A Teacher’s Prayer

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A Teacher’s Prayer

A boy named Cody suddenly smiled in Bible class that day
when someone said “Daddy’s come, to take his boy away.”

The toddler turned, looked toward the door that housed an unknown face,
The smile was gone. A bitterly whispered, “Daddy?” took its place.

His peace was gone. His playtime dashed. He scanned the room in vain.
He longed to see the familiar one. His hopes began to wane.

He looked at me, climbed on board, and nestled up real tight.
I wasn’t Dad, but I would do, ‘til daddy came in sight.

Some other teachers helping there who had some time for free
offered arms to take the boy. He wailed and clung to me.

So there I was, the boy and me, waiting for his dad.
Both recognized that only one could truly make him glad.

A face appeared. His name was called. “Daddy!” yelled from little lips.
Then arms stretched out and tousled hair. And we exchanged some quips.

“He gets his strength from you,” I said. “He can only last so long.
He’s wired to you. He’s plugged right in. You are his joy and song”.

Still locked in arms and cradled tight, they turned and walked away.
The boy did not look not back to smile. He had nothing more to say,

His world was right in Daddy’s arms. His peace was back for good.
Which leads me to share with you this prayer if I could:

My Daddy God, thank you now for this toddler boy
who showed me how to cling to you, instead of temporal toys.

Help me draw my strength from you, and from you alone
reach only for your loving arms, and recognize my home.

Be my peace and shrieks of joy will come out from my mouth,
when you my Daddy, hold me close, whether we go north or south.

I tell you though, I’ll go alone. I’ll step out every day.
But only if you place me there will I run and play.

But draw me back my Lord and King, my Daddy God always
at end of day, to lay me down, in peace with you to stay.