Moses on the banks of the wide red sea

I've been hearing about Moses and that he did miracles. Some of the understanding is that HE did the miracles. God gave him the power and he did what God said to do and the miracle happened. "I haven't got anything to show Pharoah to make him bend to your will God" "Throw down your staff..." Did God infuse the stick with mystical miracle power? I don't think so. He spoke to Moses, Moses followed His direction and Moses did the miracle. "Pick it up..." It was a snake until He grabbed it's tail and then it became the staff once again. "God, we're trapped" "You hold out your staff, Moses, and see what happens" Moses held out his staff and the water parted. It parted. IT PARTED... "Everybody is thirsty and there is no water..." "Take your staff and strike the rock" Water comes from the rock. "We're losing this battle" "Raise your staff" "WE'RE WINNING!" "But my arms are getting tired" Joshua, "Holding them up Boss" Battle won as long as the staff is up... pretty special staff... You missed it. "God, we are out of water!" "Tell the stone to give you water" "I'll go get my magic staff and-" "Speak to the rock" "Let me just-" "Moses- MO-ses - MOSES!!!" "moses, I told you to speak to the stone" "But God I lost my-" "I told YOU to SPEAK to the stone" Moses was responsible. God told him to do it and he was fine up until God took the crutch and Moses had been using and told him to do it a different way. Speak it, the power is in your words and your intent. The power is in your will. You speak the words that are in your heart and see the miracle happen. You love the people who the miracle is for and the power for the miracle is mined. Moses went back to the formula. He did what he did because it worked before, not because he had faith in what God was doing today. Have faith in what God is doing today. There is life in that. Anything else is vain repetition.

Forerunners

Forerunners need to remember that they are “out front” and therefore need to keep their expectations of others in that perspective. If they were all out there with you, you would not be a forerunner.

I believe that the purpose of a forerunner must be to find the land of their calling and set up a homestead there until they are met by those who follow, having found the safety of definition and a knowledge base for those coming after.

They know the pitfalls because they have been exploring the land close in to this place that has become home to them and may well be where they hear Him call, “Well done, my good and faithful friend”. They have seen the dangers, dangers that the next generation will have an answer to, while they may not.

Forerunners past have taken shortcuts and banned perceived dangers unable to bare the risk and not yet knowing the full benefit of a God-given design or dream. They are sometimes talked down to and succumb to someone who speaks with authority, someone who finally seems understand the quest that they have been on- but followed the a contented trail where the snow melted around footprints first and looked worn by the time that they got on it, but as the trail becomes less obvious, their walking staff becomes the length of their confidence.

Often these are the trails where generation next jumps from, beginning their adventure in bravado of unknown consequence, reckless in the eye of the forerunner past.

As a forerunner I look at those forerunners behind me and wonder how they could possibly be content with the meager ration that they have foraged of God’s goodness and grace. I can’t settle for that! I MUST have MORE!! There HAS TO BE MORE!!!

But I must to remember that was the cry of every forerunner before me, and if the Lord should tarry, I will be remembered in this very same way. The shadow cast by those whose floor is what was once my ceiling will overwhelm the great pinnacles that I reach, and rightly so, but I pray they will remember me with grace.

Amazing grace will be my rising ceiling
Amazing grace will be my tower floor
Amazing grace will be my bread of life
Amazing grace will be mine forevermore

Sankofa

To go back and retrieve what was left behind and bring it forward for redemption.
In Gods economy nothing is without purpose. There is nothing that He cannot find value in.
Those things in your past that shames you need to be brought forward and used to fuel the fires of your both your passion and your crucible.
Nothing is wasted.
Nothing is without purpose in your redemption story.
Romans 8:28 says that ALL things are work together for the benefit of those who love God and are called according to His purpose.
Those things of no future benefit are meant to be burned in the crucible and you are then made free of them.
Those things that withstand the heat are meant to be building blocks structuring your prosperity and your testimony.

Last night I was privileged to go to Silverdale and play with some friends and just reach up into heaven and see if we could reach the throne. Not in a haughty kind of way to see if God was there as some others have done in the natural, but see if we could touch His heart. Of course we are the type to believe that we can and He is a loving God who pays attention to our hearts and hunger for the best in our environment.
So off we go, spiraling ever heavenward and occasionally looking around at the room that we are in to take stock of what's going on with the others on this great adventure.
So we began to recognize the spirit of revelation had come to play with us. A beautiful song came out of it. Beautiful enough that Yvette and I both still remember much of it. Revelation. Of His love for a community that had been listening to their own hearts lying about a God they did not know.
He wanted to tell them that there was no humiliation for them in the cross. That He took all of the humiliation and shame there. ALL of it. There is none to share. He was humiliated once, for all and He is never ashamed of any who come to Him. Never ashamed.
And then the revelation was that shame is the point of entry for fear, and in this current generation, and with their No Fear motto plastered everywhere, it could be achieved when we begin to realize and believe that there is no shame for us. None!
Freedom from shame is the beginning of having no fear.
In the natural I could have some arguments for this, but I'm not supposed to. That's a truth that stands on it's own and there is no valid argument about it. It is shame that separates us from the love of God. Down deep it is shame. There is a wisdom that comes with tempering the fear factor, but that is between you and God.
At this point, the Munchkins made an appearance in my spirit and performed the following- "Come out of the woods- la-da-da-da-dah" and I lost 'em. the following are the words to that song.

Optimistic Voices

You're out of the woods, you're out of the dark, you're out of the night. Step into the sun, step into the light. Keep straight ahead for the most glorious place on the face of the earth or the sky. Hold onto your breath, hold onto your heart, hold onto your hope. March up to the gate and bid it open...

this morning there was a drive in our worship to have the doors open- Dan was singing doors and I was singing gates and we were in harmony. It was a beautiful thing if I say so myself.
So we began to sing to the region around us- come out and be free. Once and for all- humiliation was dealt with- anything else is a lie!
And all the while, a light on the east (I think) wall was strobing like it was trying to impress a disco ball. And when we stopped- it stopped. Amazing.
As I remember more of the revelation I will try to remember to post it here.
Much breakthrough personal, and for the region, as well as the joy that we all experienced being a part of it. It was incredible. God is good.

Sorry- departure from where we have been- AAAHHHHHHahhhhhhhhhhhh- What can I do to get the music that is in me out of me? there is just too much and I don't have the time or the knowledge to get it out. I can't even find on outlet to get it on line so I can share it. I may explode

This is Ravi "Jojo" Landge, one of the young international mover and shaker types that came to the Kaleijscope (I never have really looked at the spelling of that, in Polaish or otherwise). He has a band in India called "Wild Fire Tribe'' and they have permission to worship in a chain of coffee shops and find other places to call God's love into the room.

He is one of many young minds that were there to receive a passed baton of creative ministry, passion and to

be recognized as a young lion being turned loose in his region.

He spoke with passion when he had something to say, challenging the older generation to keep their focus and rekindle the boldness of their youth. And he made new friends everywhere his path took him.

Here at lunch we began to play, as we became a band when Annika,here seated next to Jojo, brought instruments enough to share.

Music happened every where. And Nuno, on the other side of Annika played a kazoo in a way that I had never heard before. I had never heard an anointed kazoo, but Nuno played the shofar on his kazoo and it was amazing.

After our bout at the Black Madonna, the weather became volatile. I don't know if it's always like that in Poland in July, but you can

see here how nice it looks (even though Jojo is wearing a

sweatshirt) and the day looked to be beautiful, we began to seek out a venue to play in and found the hallway, entryway, it was the gate by which a horse drawn carriage might enter the courtyard of the site- and we began to play on the steps.

Before long, Jojo was leading all of these people, who came in to join a jam session, in some choruses that they all knew.

Props to you my friend! You know how to fire up your generation! I hope to see you again soon!

So this is Diniz and Andrea from Brazil, Actually, I think that this picture is in Brazil, but no matter.

I met them my first night in Lubiaz after the whole hanging out and waiting thing- we stayed at the same B&B outside of Luibiaz in some other place that I can't tremember... A "Retreat House" that was difficult to find. The first drive out there, we had two drivers, each with a GPS (and each equally lost) and we went to the wrong house first , but got directions I think... all I heard was in Polish, but I didn't hear them yelling or anything.

Anyway, we get in and Diniz is carrying the bags and he puts them down and grabs his hips and stretches his back- you know, the international symbol for "my back hurts" so I asked if I could pray for his back.

I prayed for a minute and then asked him through his wife who up until then was his interpreter, adn he was healed. I had made a new friend through the miraculous power of Jesus healing power.

Andrea said that Diniz has always wanted to be able to speak english, but couldn't and I thought, "hey, we're on a roll here," so I prayed and asked the Holy SPirit to teach him english through the night...

The next morning- I was his interpreter. He strill didn't speak english, but we had a connection and for e few days after, if Andreas wasn't around and he just wanted to make conversation, he would grab me and say, "You- interpret- me" with a big grin on his face because he thought it was pretty funny too.

Brazil is a definitley in the book for next years choice destination.