So this guy comes up to me and says, “What’s the vision? What’s the big idea?” I open up my mouth and the words come out like this… The vision? The vision is Jesus: Obsessively, dangerously, undeniably Jesus. The vision is of an army of young people. You see bones? I see an army. And they are free from materialism— They laugh at nine-to-five little prisons. They could eat caviar on Monday and crusts on Tuesday. They wouldn’t even notice. They know the meaning of the Matrix, the way the West was won. They are mobile like the wind. They belong to the nations.They need no passport. People write their addresses in pencil and wonder at their strange existence. They are free yet they are slaves of the hurting, dirty and dying. What is the vision? The vision is holiness that hurts the eyes. It makes children laugh and adults angry. It gave up the game of minimal integrity long ago to reach for the stars. It scorns the good and strains for the best. It is dangerously pure. Light flickers from every secret motive, from every conversation. It loves people away from their suicide leaps—their Satan games. This is an army that would lay down its life for the cause. A million times a day, its soldiers choose to lose that they might one day win the great “well done” of faithful sons and daughters. Such heroes are as radical on Monday morning as Sunday night. They don’t need fame from names. Instead they grin quietly upwards and hear the crowds chanting again and again: “COME ON!” And this is the sound of the underground, the whisper of history in the making, foundations shaking, revolutionaries dreaming once again. Mystery is scheming in whispers, conspiracy is breathing… This is the sound of the underground. And the army is disciple(in)ed— Young people who beat their bodies into submission. Every soldier would take a bullet for his comrade at arms. The tattoo on their back boasts “for me to live is Christ and to die is gain.” Sacrifice fuels the fire of victory in their upward eyes. Winners. Martyrs. Who can stop them? Can hormones hold them back? Can failure succeed? Can fear scare them or death kill them? And the generation prays like a dying man with groans beyond talking, with warrior cries, sulfuric tears and great barrow loads of laughter! Waiting. Watching. 24-7-365. Whatever it takes they will give: Breaking the rules, Shaking mediocrity from its cozy little hide, Laying down their rights and their precious little wrongs, Laughing at labels, Fasting essentials. The advertisers cannot mold them. Peer-pressure is powerless to shake their resolve at late-night parties before the cockerel cries. They are incredibly cool, dangerously attractive on the inside. On the outside? They hardly care! They wear clothes like costumes: to communicate and celebrate, but never to hide. Would they surrender their image or their popularity? They would lay down their lives, swap seats with the man on death row, guilty as hell: a throne of an electric chair. With blood and sweat and many tears, with sleepless nights and fruitless days, they pray as if it all depends on God and live as though it all depends on them. Their DNA chooses Jesus. He breathes out. They breathe in. Their subconscious sings. They had a blood transfusion with Jesus. Their words make demons scream in shopping malls. Don’t you hear them coming? Herald the weirdoes! Summon the losers and the freaks. Here come the frightened and forgotten with fire in their eyes! They walk tall and trees applaud. Skyscrapers bow. Mountains are dwarfed by these children of another dimension. Their prayers summon the hounds of Heaven and evoke the dream of Eden. And, this vision will be. It will come to pass. It will come easily. It will come soon. How do I know? Because, this is the longing of creation itself, the groaning of the Spirit, the very dream of God. My tomorrow is His today. My distant hope is His 3-D. And, my feeble, whispered, faithless prayer invokes a thunderous, resounding, bone-shaking, great “AMEN!” from countless angels, from heroes of the faith, from Christ himself. And He is the original dreamer, the ultimate winner. Guaranteed. -Pete Grieg
atmosphere
April 23, 2008 at 1:03 pm (Glory, spiritual encounters, supernatural)
Tags: Atmosphere, deperate, Desires, heavenly realms, intimacy, Jesus, love, Spirit of God, supernatural
offeringWhat kind of atmosphere do we create? I want to create a heavenly one. I am tired of falling into gossip, I am tired of grumbling and complaining. I want to die completely to myself. I want to live in the spirit. I need to renew my mind daily, and die daily. This world has nothing for me, I am an alien. I want to be saturated with the atmosphere of the throne. Ephesians 2:4 says that I am seated in heavenly places with Christ Jesus. I want to experience the reality of that. He is inside me, the kingdom of heaven is within me. I want to bring it on earth as it is in heaven. I will. I want the eyes of my spirit to be enlightened, I want to be completely in His light. I want to know him, the Hope of Glory. I want to see the revelatory realm of heaven. In Colosians it says to seek the things that are above. I seek those things, I desire nothing here. I want to live in my spirit, I want to visit heaven, I want to have encounters with Jesus. I can go boldly before the throne of grace anytime I want because I have been seated in heavenly places with Him. I am going deeper. I do not have religion, religion does not exist in my world, only a relationship with him. I don’t care what it costs anymore, I commited to that lastnight, whatever it costs, I will do it. The mighty rushing wind is blowing my way, in Jesus name. I want one of those hot coals, I want to bring the kingdom of heaven to earth. I am sick of my flesh, it is just a shell. I am not a human with a spirit, I am a spirit with a human shell. The day that the flesh was crowned is over, Jesus paid the price, because of him, I can rightfully take back what beongs to me. I can and I will live in the spirit. We are only here for a little while, none of these earthly things matter, can’t take them with us. I am gonna add to my eternity instead. I choose you Lord, this day I choose to serve you and only you, I love you more than words can say. I have finally found what everyone longs for, true love. And when you come and be intimate with me, nothing in this world can compare, no physical person or thing. I long for your intimacy, I long for you to speak to me, I long for your presence that penetrates my entire being. I love your embrace, I love the wind that comes when we worship you. I love you, I am in love with you, I will never turn back. I fail you time after time, but I will never give up. You will never leave me, nothing is too hard, you have given me the power. You said if I abide in you, you will abide in me. Everyday is an exciting adventure now that I have seen more of you. But I will always want more, you are all I want, all I need. I don’t want to do the things I need to do during the day, I just want to drown in your presence. But you are with me all through the day in all I do. I want the Spirit of the Lord to make his home in me, I want him to dwell there, rest his head there. I want the Spirit of Wisdom and Revelation. I want you to share you secrets with me Lord. I believe you, I believe your words, and I am enlightened by your words more everyday. Your word is water to my soul, I need it more than physical water, I will dry up and die without it. I need more of you. I long for all of you, I want to do your will, not mine. My knowledge is different than yours. I need you to teach me, lead me, guide me. Because of your amazing grace, I will do the things you desire. I will go out, bringing the kingdom, and bringing the signs and wonders that follow. I follow you. I reach for you. I want to leave an atmosphere of you everywhere I go. When I go into a store, I believe that people will be healed and see angelic encounters without even a word just from the atmosphere of you left in that place. I believe in all you say, all of it, and I want your will to be done on earth as it is in heaven. I believe in the impossible. I will bring the possibilities of heaven to earth, because you have given it to me. I desire to do your will Lord, pour your Spirit upon me like never before, I am hungry for you. This is my prayer, Saturate me with The atmosphere and presence of you, so that people might know you, so that we all might know your Glory. I love you Lord.
Do you Believe in the Supernatural?
April 22, 2008 at 3:28 pm (Religion, spiritual encounters, supernatural)
Tags: end of days, God, heart, hunger, intimacy, life, realms, Religion, satan, spiritual encounters, spiritual outpouring, supernatural
Do you ever think about things in the supernatural? Did you know that satan has never created a thing? He is just an imitator. He perverts the things of God. We hear about witches and warlocks and demons and all the destruction they are capable of doing. But do you ever wonder about the saints, angels, heavenly realms, being able to see into the spirit? The Spirit of Wisom and Revelation, the Seven Spirits of God. Do you ever wonder if we are meant to encounter the supernatural too, but satan has scared us with all his so called “power”, automatically we think that things of the spirit are demonic? Food for thought. Don’t you think since we are both human and spirit, that we should know our spirit man and be able to function in it as we do the natural? Our minds are closed because of fear, the spirit of religion, tradition, deception. God is moving, and we are all fixing to know that he is real. Do you want all he really has for you? Simply ask him to show himself to you, be open to recieve, don’t be so quick to throw things away, seek his face with all your heart, and you will begin to see things you have never seen before. These next days will be the most awesome days we have ever experienced. Whether you agree with me or not about the spirit, if you want to know God more intimately, now is the time!!!! Simply reach out and open your heart, he is pouring out his spirit to all flesh. Recieve it
