Month: October 2018

Today I got to thinking ….is God really late? I mean, I know He’s late in human terms, but lateness is not an actual concept in the spiritual dimension. Time is not something that exists in realms beyond our physical senses. So therefore ‘late’ is a concept that doesn’t actually exist.

Now, move along to the Old Testament:  Moses is missing, and surprise, surprise – the Israelites start to do what we do. They are lacking comfort and direction – so they look for coping mechanisms. And looking for that outside of God or His will leads to sin. So they sin. They go back to what they know. We do it too.

But pause at the bottom of the mountain. Was God late? No. Was Moses missing? No. But the Israelites got stuck in the loop I too often find myself in – needing time, needing comfort, needing direction. Imagine if they had trusted God and waited even six months for Moses to come back – they had reason to trust God, didn’t they? (don’t we?) Imagine if their own need to feel familiar comfort as they had in their past depraved practices had not won over waiting for God.

And now ask yourself – is God really late? Can you stick the waiting out a little longer? Can you push through for one more day, one more week, one more month because you know (not you feel) that God is coming through with your answer? Will you trust God more than those Israelites?

Sitting in the dark waiting for God is not easy. You may feel disorientated because the light has been off for so long. But close your eyes and speak to the Holy Spirit in your spirit instead of squinting into the dark trying to make sense of the shadows. The light is on inside you even if its dark outside of you. And remember – God’s not late 😉

This week’s theme has been ‘Testimony’. And it has opened my eyes, not to the lack of testimonies but the lack of changed lives – including my own – the kind of change that sticks for the long-run.

A while back we had a certain move of the spirit, and I asked God if, because I shy away from supernatural drama, I am missing out on what He has for me. And the answer was: to see the fruit in the lives of those who say they were touched. Real Touch = Changed Lives.

Maybe I didn’t miss out this time – but I still pray that I don’t get so cynical that I miss the real touch God has for me, and be open to it when it comes.

And I got to thinking about this different kind of Gospel that is on show in our churches these days. It’s a gospel that is missing the fundamental fullness that God promises He has for us.

This is a different kind  of gospel. Its us, the people that shout with all our might at Jericho’s walls when we haven’t spent six days in silence. Its those of us who swear that we would fight Goliath but we haven’t stood up for God’s name when Goliath was speaking out of turn. Its those of us who publicly break perfume on Jesus’ feet when the perfume has cost us nothing – it had no personal cost and cost no sacrifice to obtain it. It’s us, the healed lepers that never had leprosy.  Its us, the soldiers that say the armour prayer by rote but we never actually wear the real armour – its just a word-prayer that gets checked off our list everyday. Its our meetings and services that hold no spiritual value in the long run. It’s those of us that flaunt our ministries but behind the scenes we have not even enough sense of responsibility for the most basic needs of others. Its those of us who flock to hyped-up worship nights, but are sorely missing at the prayer group. Its those of us who have lied about being true followers of Christ because we refuse to live circumcised lives. Its the Body that exists to serve the five-fold ministry, and not where the five-fold serves the Church. It’s a different kind of gospel – and one I would no longer like a part in. It’s a gospel that does not really believe that we will be held accountable in heaven.

Chasing after the fake and flaunting the fake hold no promise for us. What a waste of time – and time is too precious. The real Gospel is too precious to be wasting our lives on anything else.