If you've known me for any length of time, you'll know that I am a passionate guy. I am pretty quick to over-react, but I'm also pretty quick to apologize. I don't believe that I'll need to apologize for what I am about to say.
Raise your vision.
Sounds pretty simple, eh? You'd think so. But in this day and age where all the little churches have we have to raise our vision.
I live in a state capitol where you would imagine that every politician is vying for position. I'm not quite the insider there and so for me to say would be pure conjecture, BUT I am an insider in the church. And I have ears to hear.
We have at least two pastors claiming to be the apostle over the city. One went so far as to invite people around town to kiss his as- er- rin-uhhh-apologize for doing things without his approval.
People who have lived here for a long time and have the city and it's welfare deep in their heart.
A city where evil runs rampant. There are black houses, owned ostensibly by a satanist whose strategy to take over the town is to by real estate and have a voice by virtue of literal ownership.
Many of us have been concerned because the man using the strategy has purchased two houses and painted them black across the street from one of the churches.
This church is now for sale.
Some friends of mine stopped in to see what the scoop was and while I was very happy that they hadn't been run out, but they weren't interested in the least about holding the ground, either. That joint is for sale and if the dentist wanted to buy it they might be willing to sell it to him to extend the vision of the that church.
Now we went in to pray a blessing on the church and after moments I knew that I should get out before they ask me to agree with them in prayer because my integrity took a hit. I couldn't think of anything other than how their vision was about their own church. There was nothing about how it would seriously affect the city.
They referred to the pastor as the CEO and it was all about his vision, but it wasn't about any future but there own.
There are a large number of people who don't know why they moved to Olympia other than they were lead here. I'm one. I came to Oly for Oly.
I can see, I believe that God would make our fair little burg a place where people could come to hear Gods voice clearly. Answer questions about what is the best way to touch the throne and hear destiny. People enabled by the Spirit of the Most High to hear about their value and get clues to success.
And we have men claiming to be the watchers on the wall who are sitting like Humpty Dumpty looking over their own backyards as tho' it's the apple of God's eye.
Who am I to say so, but I think that there are many on the wall whose eyes face outward, watching for the work of the enemy and anxiously awaiting destiny.
Lord, We're here! Look here! What would you have us do? Raise our eyes to destiny greater than we can conceive!