Archive for July, 2007

When Overflowing Becomes a Problem

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on July 26, 2007
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So I came together with some of my disciples to reach a certain people group.  There were about 7 people meeting on a patio in the south Florida heat.  The Lord has touched this group and it has grown … and grown … and grown.

We had our outreach The Mission last Saturday and had 110 people show up.  Lots of people got saved.  It was a “Yeah God!” kind of night.

This past Tuesday night we had our normal meeting in a living room.  The problem?  We had 57 people show up.  Imagine 57 people worshiping in the living room of a 1800 square foot house.  When I preached I had about four square feet to move around.  I literally had a one foot by four foot area to move around in.  There were people stuffed into every imaginable spot.

The good part is that when time comes for ministry, you don’t need catchers because you can only fall back a foot before you hit someone.

The bottom line:  I do not know what to do now.  Tuesday night we had several drug addicts cry out for deliverance confessing Jesus.  We had a guy who got out of jail within the last week.  A whole bunch of people responded to the altar call about sexual purity and almost ten responded to a word of knowledge about rage.

I have to find a way to pastor these people.  I can’t continue to bring these folks in someone’s living room and we simply do not have room to grow.

I do not know what to do now.  Please pray.

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This is How We Do

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on July 24, 2007
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I have mentioned my Friday night discipleship group. I started it because I wanted to pour into the lives of a few young men. I get a little less than 40 now.

Here is kind of a cool picture in the middle of the altar ministry last Friday.

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Ministerial Credentials - From Who and Why?

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on July 23, 2007
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For those looking for a theological discussion regarding the priesthood of the believer, you will be disappointed.

In the other churches I have been a part of, the ministers were ordained by the local church.  All the formal ministers were on staff.  There were never ministers that were not a part of the governmental structure of the church.

In my church, we have a mixture of pastors licensed by the denomination and another accrediting agency.  We even have a pastor that is not licensed.  He is called a staff pastor but could not perform a wedding.  This is a bit of an odd phenomenon.

But here is my question for you,

What benefit do you get from your credentialing authority other than meeting the legal and denominational requirements to minister?

I have ministerial credentials from Christian Ministries International Fellowship.  It is headed up by my pastor so it made sense to get licensed through them.  There is a monthly meeting that is available for fellowship and an annual conference.

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The Mission is Here

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on July 21, 2007
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I had another visitation last night.  I am really really excited about my outreach coming tonight.  I have no idea how many people will show up.  I think it will be somewhere between 50 and 200.

Less will be a little embarassing.  More will outnumber the space of the facility (not that I am against that).

Please pray that Jesus shows up.

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The Devil Hates My Appliances

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on July 19, 2007
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We had The Mission Tuesday night as usual. But things are never usual at an urban outreach.

I preached on living a double life and how Jesus never changes. I gave a warning about playing in the anointing and then playing in the world. I felt the need to warn the people who come and minister and then lead a double life on the outside. The Mission has become their God time break and then they leave and go back to nonsense.

Don’t fool yourself. Randomly pick 10 on fire young people in your church and visit the pictures on their MySpace page. I guarantee you you will find near pornography on many of them.

I talked about how you can probably live a mildly Christian life and make it to heaven but if you want to be part of the end time harvest it is going to cost you something. And if you throw your hat into the ring and seek the anointing of God, and turn back to the world, the devil will be waiting. Choose wisely I told them.

The conviction fell and I invited all those making the choice for Jesus to come forward for prayer. Among them was a guy I will call Jimmy.

Jimmy had come off and on. He has a (fallen) angel that visits him at night. Sometimes it tells him that he is Jesus. Other times it tells him to do really bad things. I am not making this up. about a month and a half ago he came and ran out of the house at the altar call. I later found out that the angel had told him to come to the meeting, listen to the message, and then kill me and two other guys. After the message he left because he did not want to kill us. Thank you Jesus! This guy is about 6′4″ and over 300 lbs (135 kg, 21.4 stone).

I was happy he wanted prayer . . . for a minute.

When I began to pray he almost instantly began to manifest. He began to grunt and growl. He clenched his fists and tightened his jaw and began to snarl. His eyes turned blood red and he began to stare at me as if I was a lineman on the opposing team. Apparently I had stumbled onto something.

I began to command the demon to stop manifesting and to come out of the man but it would not budge. When the manifestations would increase I would rebuke the demon and tell it that it could not put on a show. I would then command it to leave until it began to increase the manifestations again. There was a minute when the people kind of gathered around, stopped worshiping, and began to stare in wonder. Fortunately my disciple let them to begin worshiping God who is the only one who can truly deliver.

I have found that one of the keys to deliverance ministry is to establish that the enemy has no authority in the person. I normally lead the person in a confession regarding the birth, life, death, resurrection, and the second coming of Jesus. After this I tell the demon that they have no authority and that it has to leave. Sometimes confession of specific sins is required or the renouncing of sin, but you get the idea.

So I say to this guy, “Repeat after me, Jesus is alive.”

He says, “Jesus is a lie.”

Huh? Maybe I heard him wrong, “Repeat after me, Jesus is alive.”

“Jesus is a lie.”

Wow, that sounded pretty clear that time. That was a new one for me. Not exactly knowing where to go from here I say, “Say - Jesus - IS - ALIIIIVVVEE.”

“Jesus … IS … A … LIIIIIEEEE.”

Hmmm. I was a communication major in college so I can make a sentence more than one way. You want to play games? I can play games.

“Say, Jesus lives.” HAH! Try to mess that one up! Got you devil!

He looks me dead in the eyes and says,

“I am alive.”

Wow! Wasn’t expecting that one. We are now on uncharted territory for Carl Thomas Ministries (if there were such a thing). I pulled the ole ace in the hole and the devil trumped me with a joker. But now I was stuck. This thing was like engaging a pitbull. You can’t just attack it for a minute or two and then walk away. One of you is going down. And every time this thing would manifest this spirit of fear would try to jump on me. And I knew if I let it take root that this guy would split my head open.

And I really did not want that to happen. I like my head just like it is.

So I decided that since Jimmy asked for ministry, that was all the authority I needed. I grabbed this guys head with both hands and began to command every demon in his life to leave. I normally don’t use that language because it is not necessary. I normally just declare freedom and the devil has to leave. But we were way beyond niceties.

I told the devil to get out of him and leave in the name of Jesus. Then Jimmy began to cough so hard I though I might see his liver. You might not believe this next part but I then saw all these demons standing around looking kind of bewildered like, “What happened?” It was almost funny.

I had someone open the front door and I told them, “Get out!”

Needless to say a real soberness came over the prayer time and several others were delivered that night.

The devil truly is defeated and has no authority in the believer. We can all agree with that, right? But does he have authority in my appliances?

The next day my washing machine completely died. It seems every time I have some sort of spiritual breakthrough, something breaks in my house. Once I had a really seasoned minister who has been mightily used in revival come to dinner. The garbage disposal decided to die as they showed up. I have lost my microwave in these times, my refrigerator, my car has broken down as has my van and various plumbing issues. These regularly happen when I see these types of things. This all leads me to believe that the devil does not mind me so much but he hats my appliances.

Coincidence? Maybe so. But it is annoying none the less.

Remember that old Steve Martin movie, The Jerk? “He hates these cans!”

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The Toronto Outpouring - My Experience

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on July 18, 2007
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I have told this story lots of times but have never set it to paper.

When I got saved, I really got saved. I was in my late 20s and had live a pretty wicked life. I had gotten out of the military a few years earlier and was in college. I went into a Charismatic church, got set free from the devil, and never looked back.

Within a year I was part of a rogue deliverance/healing ministry and saw all kinds of signs and wonders. We prayed for people all over the place and saw miracles in pizza places, hospitals, living rooms, and anywhere else you find people. I distinctly remember casting the devil out of a homeless man in the doorway to Winn Dixie before buying Swiss Cake Rolls to break a fast. (Oh the college years)

Within two years of getting free I was part of church plant team sent to south Florida. I was beginning to move in the prophetic in general and had a pretty keen word of knowledge. The church I helped plant was not a very healthy one but I was young in the Lord and I did not know any better. There was lots of judgment. I thought that was part of leadership. Maybe the leaders need to know the struggles of the people but this was something else. The church leadership I was a part of would gossip about people. If anyone left the church, all their dirty secrets would be laundered in an effort to discredit them and their criticism of the church.

Because of my critical spirit, almost all the prophetic words I got were filled with judgment. I spoke lots of words about repentance, sin issues, pride and rebellion.

As time went on our church became friendly with a man who lived in town who had spoken at Toronto. My pastor went there and got really blown away. Though he was not completely sold on what was going on, he knew God was in it somehow.

Several months later, Jeremy & Connie Sinnott, who were worship leaders at Toronto, were coming to a church in South Florida for what was billed as a worship conference. The congregation was odd to me but the presence of God was there and so I worshiped. On the second day of the conference, Jeremy and Connie were praying for some people so I was waiting for Jeremy (because I was a man and only men could minister to me). Eventually someone said to me that I should have Connie pray for me because she has a real anointing.

I went to her and she ministered to me what I now know to be the Father’s love. She spoke some words, laid hands on my chest, and I literally began to feel hot liquid flow into my heart. I could only cry. When she was done I could not even talk. I told someone that it felt like my heart was being circumcised. Strange indeed.

After that weekend a work of grace began to develop in my life. The hard prophesies began to be softened and I began to flow in a compassion I had never experienced before. When someone came to me for counsel, no longer was my first impression to find a reason to blame them for their problems. Before, no matter what you were going through I could always find a way to make it your fault. That was not the initial response after that.

So this love of God began to swell my heart but I had this problem. I had this word of knowledge that I seemingly could not control. I could look at people and see the sin in their lives. I only had to listen to someone for a minute before I could clearly see all their moral transgressions. This made it almost impossible to have meaningful relationships. All I could see was people’s sins. They would tell me they were fine but I knew better and I wanted to rebuke people so badly.

I now had this issue. I knew the love of God but I was getting all this dirt on people and I was in the leadership of a church that was constantly bringing accusation against everybody. There was no issue that could not be solved with a rebuke.

As an example. When my son was born he had a slight problem keeping down food that caused him to be hospitalized. It turned out to be minor but they had a hard time diagnosing it and he was quite ill. In the midst of this hard time I went to my pastor and told him that I was having a hard time and that I was being tempted with lust. While my son was dieing in the hospital he said to me,

“You know that this sin is the reason your son is in the hospital right?”

Blech! I have to spit that out every now and then. I cannot believe I thought that was godly counsel. (If that man is reading this please repent. If you go to his church, RUN!)

So I had this revelation of the love of God in conflict with what I was receiving and how I saw Him ministered. In the midst of this conflict, I took a pilgrimage to Toronto.

At first, I was really disappointed. The services were quite tame. The ushers did not let people remain in the isles during the preaching and most extravagant behavior was stopped. This was not the kennel I was told it would be.

There were lots of great sessions with great speakers but as I look back God did two things. The first was I got a revelation that I am exactly how God created me to be (this is a major post in itself so I won’t go into it). The second was almost as impactful as my time with the Sinnots.

In the middle of one session John Sanford said, “Just because you have access to the spirit realm does not mean you can go snooping around in everybody’s life. If they have not asked for your ministry, stay out of their business.” This is not a direct quote but pretty close. John then talked about how you can read people by staring at them long enough and how people today call that prophesy but it is not. It is soulish and does not glorify God. His wife Paula talked about walking into a room and picking up the burdens of every person in the room and that she had to learn to not allow that to happen. She had to reject that natural reaction.

This was revelation to me! Just as the ministry of the Sinnots revolutionized my relationship with God, this one little teaching revolutionized my ministry. After that time, when I would start getting accusations against a person I would have to tell myself that I am not going there.

God began to use me in genuine prophetic revelation. That is revelation minus the anger. Since the church could not bring accusation against me regarding my personality they began to tell me that I did not have a prophetic gift and that I was an evangelist so I should only bring prophetic words to the lost. And it just got goofier from there. Eventually the God I knew conflicted with the church I was attending and it was time to go (can you say deliverance?).

In the past few years I have had people tell me that I am one of the nicest people that they know. And I have people call me saying that I always have a word of encouragement. This is a miracle! I was genuinely changed by a few encounters. Now I have read books by lots of the people in this movement and have listened to lots of teaching series and watched lots of conferences online but these two moments were landmarks in my walk.

So when I hear people say that Toronto was a counterfeit move or that it was really the devil I quietly pray that the Lord forgives them. It really is a frightful thing to call the Holy Ghost a demon. Not an area that I would tread.

Were there things in Toronto that were off? Aren’t there in your church? Aren’t there in your ministry? Could you testify that every single person that has ever heard your teaching will respond in a biblically sound manor will produce good fruit? If your church sees a couple hundred people a year how many of them are fruitcakes that you could not help or would not be helped? Imagine if that number was a half million that came through. Give a little grace.

In the end, I know that God was in that place. They have since ended the nightly meetings and the crowds have disbanded but there are congregations all over the world that were birthed in a move of the Father’s love the same way I was.

update:  this post was in response to a post by Michael at Charismatica.

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Brownsville on the News

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on July 18, 2007
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There was a thing on Anderson Cooper on CNN about healing prayer. The church they went to was Brownsville AG. Click it for the video.

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The Mission

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carl
on July 17, 2007
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This post is one part testimony, two part prayer request.

I have done lots of posts about a Tuesday night outreach I have been leading. last week a lady from my church wanted to come and see what was happening. She later confessed to me that t one point she was actually scared for her safety. I shouted Halleuijah! That means we are attracting exactly the crowd we feel called to reach. The young urban knuckle heads.

Last week we had almost 40 people in a living room and man did it get hot! I was there worshiping when the Holy Ghost said, “Why don’t you take off your shirt?” Mind you, I had on a t-shirt underneath, but I was thinking, “I am about to preach.” Thankfully it was a new shirt because I preached the Gospel that night in a wife beater to a group of young men who find that suitable attire.

Among the (many) people flopping around on the floor was a Mormon girl who missed her flight back to Arizona because of a traffic jam on the way to the airport. One guy who got saved was the roommate of a crack dealer that has been coming (we believe that this dealer is the gateway to nothing short of a revival so please pray for his deliverance and salvation).

This Saturday we are going to have a big blowout with performances and almost a real service. We are expecting over 100 to show up. Here are the flyers: (click them for a larger view)

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Would you please pray for the lost to be saved? We have gone into every hood we can find inviting people. We really need the grace of God in this thing and are hoping for a real move of God. This is not going to be some Billy Graham crusade. We are praying for the supernatural to manifest. We want miracles, signs and wonders. This generation has heard the Gospel but has never experienced the full Gospel. It is my goal to make that an unavoidable fact.

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Outreach Testimony

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on July 16, 2007
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I wish I had time to write of all the things that God is doing. I really am blown away by what I am watching around me. I try to start a new post but before I can write the whole thing there are new things to write.

Let me just get one down here.

There is a girl I am discipling that is about to be a senior in high school. She got a job at a large gym. One day her boss said that she could use the facilities if she wants to have a church meeting. The boss is not a believer and the girl had only been working there a few weeks.

I showed up to preach at this national chain gym at 10 a.m. this past Saturday morning. There were about seven people that showed up for her outreach and all got saved. I have preached lots of places. But preaching to a bunch of lost people in a XXXX’s gym on a Saturday morning had not been one of them.

When I finally had the “altar call” there were people bawling. I was simply amazed. I was driving home with a few of my disciples when I said to them,

One day you are going to be telling the story of the day you held an outreach in XXXX’s gym on a Saturday morning and a hlf dozen people got saved and one even got baptized in the Holy Ghost.

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Camp Testimony

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carl
on July 13, 2007
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I have some really neat testimonies from camp but I just got this one from one of the guys in my dorm. I had mostly older guys. Of the 16 with me half were over 18. Every morning we were supposed to have devotions. I did the bible study thing on Tuesday. Wednesday morning I just decided to invite the Holy Ghost to come and visit.

Some of the guys got really blasted. After devotions they are supposed to go to a morning class. Imagine you are teaching about 300 youth and a handful come in drunk in the Holy Ghost. I was not winning any popularity contests.

Anyway… in that little time of devotion there was a kid that grew up in church but got laid out under the power of God. At the end I asked him, “What happened to you?” He kind of slurred, “I don’t know.”

I got this today on myspace. He put it out as a bulletin to all his friends.

note:the mission is an outreach I am having on the 21st.

Hey friends, I’ve got a bit of a delemma facing me and I could use your help, becuase well, it actually involves all of you (some more than others). As recently as last month I had been consumed with a feeling of inadequacy, defeat, weakness, and heartache. This actually began close the beginning of this year. My world seemed to be catapaulted into a downward spiral and it seemed there would be no way out. See, lets go back into my childhood, I grew up in the church in which I was instilled a joyful pleasure of live and God’s endless wonders.

This jubilee endured into my highschool years but seemed to fade when I fanally encoutered my, “get real” phase. I began to doubt my very importance of a human being. I had veered awry from the ways of God which in turn left me broken hearted and my soul in peices. I quickly resorted to a suicide attempt by consuming 22 500 mg (extra strength) Tylenol pills and about 10 Advil headache relief pills. All that came of this was a sharp pain at my side and a 2 day trip to the hospital. I easily thwrated any thought of suicide to my parents and the doctors (including a hostpital shrink). So I thusly contunued my life vowing not to attempt this again knowing it would send me straight to the firey abyss (’hell,’ excuse my colorful analogys). I then proceeded to do uncharacteristic things such as run from home seeking sanctuary. I would call to God and often hearing nothing through my clouded skies.

I recalled in scripture that God was with the broken hearted and I felt abandoned. I did, though, become happy for a season (a week, tops) but that immediatly fell as I again turned my back to God so his wrath continued to wreak havoc on my life. His wrath being the disconfort of being without comfort. I proceeded to condem his very existance and continued my selfish behavior. I later realized my mistakes and asked for forgivness but I was still drowning in this depression. I still, though, felt alone. My face had not been caught at church only very early on Sundays. I was without friends, those who could understand my torment. My only lament, my brother shows his lack of compassion towards only me. My mother exausted of my behavior.

Those friends of the world, whose words fell flat when they attempted to comfort me. I felt a great distain of everything of this world. Even when I fell to it’s temptations I would rebuke its existance. I pleaded to God to take me from this Earth. I felt a sense of worthlesness to even this world. Suddenly a grand opportunity arrose. An opportunity to get out of this box and away to seek solitude. Even though I had become distant from my friends at my church there was still a strong sense of familiarity and comfort.

One week in Lake Whales, Florida changed my life. For the first time I felt a sense of right and my abilitly to overcome and identify wrong. I felt the doors of my heart oven once again to be filled of Gods Earthly encarnation the Holy Spirit.

Though I still sometimes show scars of this hurting, now, in my spirit I am not thirsty, or hungry or ever will be again, but I still ache. My friends, I love you all the same. But I hurt for those living in sin and succumbing to temtation. The world accepts casual sex and achohol and drugs. Even worse some of you say you know the word of God and truth be told perhaps you truly do. But what is confusing to me is that you choose to deny Christ to follow the world.

With your lifestyle you make a statement to God sitting in his throne that you accept eternal damnation apposed to eternal life in heaven. I weep at the image of my friends of the world being torn apart in the abyss, all for a brief stint of pleasure on this Earth. Even if you feel no conviction or feel indifferent to this, I ask you as a friend, hey, what are you doing the 21st of this month, if your free let me know, I know an event that won’t make you feel awkward and I promise a great time. And if you can’t attend the 21st still let me know if your interested becuase there’s stuff going every Tuesday and Wensday.

I promise you, you won’t regret it and it’s not like ill drop you off and then leave you alone there. Seriously just give me one shot to show you the truth of what real joy looks like. And for those of you who really want to see me drunk, like wasted for real, this is the place for you. Oh, by the way this is actually Rich not some like chain letter. So give it a shot, I’ll give you a ride if you need one.

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Radical?

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on July 12, 2007
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I love God’s forerunners.  Just when you think you are living radical New Testament Christianity you read a message like this:

Years ago I had a vision of Jesus surrounded by a multitude of children. Jesus looked at me with His intense, burning eyes of love, and I was completely undone. He told me to feed the children, and I began to cry out loud, “No! There are too many!” He asked me to look into His eyes, and He said, “I died that there would always be enough.” Then He reached down and broke a piece of flesh out of His right side. His eyes were so magnificently beautiful, yet His body so bruised and broken. He handed me a piece of His flesh, and as I took it and stretched my hand out to the first child, it became fresh bread! I gave the bread to the children and they all ate. Then He put a simple poor man’s cup next to His side and filled it with blood and water. He told me it was a cup of suffering and joy, and asked me if I would drink it. I drank it and then started to give it to the children. It became drink for them. Again He said, “I died that there would always be enough.” Since that day I have taken in every orphan child He put in front of me, and have asked my co-workers to do the same.

For the next ten years I learned a lot about provision for the poor. With delight I have watched God place bread in our hands for the children to eat. By His grace, every day there is somehow always enough food. Since the vision Iris has gone from caring for 320 children to over 6,000. My heart is so full of praise and gratitude to God for how He has blessed us with all these beautiful children. I have stood in awe as God has grown us from a few churches to over six thousand in ten years’ time. Jesus has given us fresh bread from heaven. We live to be in His glorious presence. He has poured out His love to us without measure. He has called us to bring the lost children home. I love him more than life! Every breath is for Him.

In the last few days I have learned more then I ever imagined about the cup of suffering and joy. Our nation Mozambique has been hammered with floods, cyclones and monster waves. Pemba, Cabo Delgado, was hit with cholera. Finally a few kilometers from our Zimpeto children’s center in Maputo, a large ammunitions dump blew up, spraying mines, missiles and shrapnel for thirty kilometers around. Hundreds of people were killed. Houses were leveled leaving the victims crushed beneath the rubble. I have never seen such suffering as I have seen in the last thirty days. As I stood in the ruins of a house leveled by a missile and held a weeping women in my arms, I drank of His cup of suffering. As I embraced Marcelina, 14, Edwardo, 15, and Carvalho, 12, orphaned by the blasts, I drank His cup of suffering. After driving all day through the mud and potholes of Zambezia to minister and deliver food to a distant village devastated by floods, I rocked a tiny, starving baby in my arms and tried to find milk to no avail, and I drank the cup of His suffering. After arriving in Caia, a town with a refugee camp on the flooded Zambezi River, I spoke to the director of a large non-governmental organization as he was evacuating his workers and helicopters because he could not get past all the corruption and red tape. I drank of the cupof suffering knowing those very helicopters could have fed many precious people stranded in the flood zones starving for weeks. I opened my eyes wider still to see and drink the cup of suffering.

I also drank the cup of joy. God opened the door for us to provide food for fourteen refuge camps in Zambezia Province. I drank the cup of joy watching my Mozambican son, Norberto, lead the relief effort for the province. I drank the cup of joy seeing the faces of hopeless, desperate people run to meet King Jesus and thank Him for saving their lives. Worship of our beautiful Savior reached heaven in Zimpeto when the children, co-workers and missionaries gave glory to God for sparing their lives as missiles and bombs flew in every direction above them and around them. I listened to the testimonies of children who were rescued from the streets thanking Jesus for holding them in His arms as the terror of the blasts continued all around them. Pastor Jose spoke of the amazing opportunity God had given all of them to worship in the middle of the frightening chaos. Missionaries shared how they would gladly give up their lives to protect the children, and I drank the cup of joy. We offered a home in our center to Marcelina, Edwardo and Carvalho, and watched their tears turn into laughter. God made a way to bring the children into families. Truly we are filled with inexpressible joy knowing we dwell in the shelter of the most High God. We rest in the shadow of the Almighty. He is our refuge and our fortress. We put out trust in Him. He covers us in His wings of love and we find safety in Him. We have opened our hearts to Him and He is our dwelling place. He loves us, He rescues us and commands His angels to surround us. We have called on Jesus. We have acknowledged Him. Trouble has come to our nation, and we have opened our eyes and seen the pain. We have opened our ears to hear the cry of the desperate, and so we drink His cup of suffering. We drink His cup of joy knowing we can be His hands extended in the midst of it all, and knowing He died that there would always be
enough.

Love in Jesus, Heidi

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7-7-7

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carl
on July 8, 2007
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Can I be honest? I don’t really buy into the prophetic significance of dates. I just don’t. I don’t see it in scripture and when I look back at history, I don’t see it either.

Surely everyone who reads this blog knows about The Call in Nashville. It was staged on the 7th along with about a billion weddings. I actually did a wedding that morning. I was almost hoarse from camp and was tired beyond words but a brother has to pay bills.

I was trying to watch it on God.tv but the stream failed.

This morning I wanted to see if there was any news about it and all I could find was news about the Live Earth concert.

Does anyone find it a little coincidental that both a stadium event trumpeting the “Live Earth” was staged on the same day as a prophetic intercession stadium event?

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