This morning, the Lord gave me some incredible insight.
Lately, things have not been going great for me. Contracts falling through, career opportunities not panning out, car breaking down (literally, died on the interstate), uncertainty of future prospects, blah, blah, blah. I know I am not the only one having experiences such as these. It seems the entire world is stuck in a bad dream we can’t wait to wake up from. We thought, hoped, the moment the clock struck midnight on January 1, 2021 we would all wake up from the nightmare of 2020, but that wasn’t exactly the case.
This morning around 5:00am, while having coffee and quiet time with God, I told him how confused I was, how frustrated I was becoming, how lost in the wilderness I felt and how it was a daily battle to stay positive.
What does it mean to call ourselves a Christian? Really, think about it, what does “Christianity” really resemble? By looking at the world, it would seem as if being a “Christian” only means we believe Jesus Christ was God’s son who died for us so that we might live, right?
Being a Christian means we live a life like Jesus Christ lived, we act like Jesus acted, we believe what Jesus believed and we stand on the Word of God the way Jesus did as best we can.
So, why is it so few Christians look anything like Jesus?
“An army of sheep led by a lion will always defeat an army of lions led by a sheep.” -Dr. Myles Monroe
The Lord refers to Himself as two animals within the Word, the Eagle, king of the air, and the Lion, king of the land. Since God is within us, we can view ourselves as both.
I once saw a video of a lion and a crocodile having a standoff. The crocodile was threatening to come out of the water and steal the lion’s food, the lion stood his ground and roared. This went back and forth for several minutes before the crocodile eventually slunk back into the water and disappeared.
What is most interesting about this interaction is that a lion’s bite is 600 pound-force per square inch (PSI), a crocodile’s bite is 5,000 PSI. In reality, the crocodile could have destroyed the lion, but that didn’t matter to the lion, the lion knew who he was and what he was capable of, the crocodile did not.
Several years ago, the Lord ended a Word to me with, “Like the lion, let your roar be heard throughout the land”. This started my captivation for these big cats. What I find fascinating is that I am not alone in my captivation. Over the past year, I have seen many preachers, speakers and bloggers, primarily female, use the lion as a symbol they discuss throughout their speeches, posts or testimonies.
A family member was taken to the hospital. The initial report was not good, in fact, it was dire. My typical reaction to any type of extreme news, good or bad, is to go to the Lord, but as I sat in my apartment, worship music playing in the background, I found I couldn’t find any words to speak to Him.
My heart was heavy, my mind a jumble. My phone rang with people checking in, but I couldn’t talk because to talk would lead to tears and I didn’t want to risk falling apart.
My thoughts often turn to the season we are in as a country, as a church and as a Remnant. With the election less than four weeks away I find I am praying for November 3, 2020 more than I have ever prayed for a day in my entire life.
I do not believe we are in a season we in the 21st century have ever witnessed. I firmly believe the outcome of the election will dictate our daily lives like we could never imagine. Whatever news we wake up to on November 4, 2020 will change us forever, if we like it or not.
I spent most of last week listening to testimonies of individuals who have experienced, either firsthand or through loved ones, the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) concentration camps. While listening to the testimonies, I often thought, “how is it possible this is happening yet nobody is talking about it?”
The Lord brought me to a Word He gave me at the beginning of 2019 during the last ‘blood moon’.
I have hesitated many times about sharing this Word, but with all that is happening around the world-the unrest, the riots, the anger, the politically charged atmosphere, COVID-19, the Supreme Court nomination, there is just so much to be praying for right now, which brought me to this Word.
I believe we are in unprecedented times. The Remnant is rising, the enemy battling.
Do not fear for the Lord is with us, goes before us and continually surrounds us. Always and forever.
Recently, in my alone time with the Lord, I’ve been telling Him I am in need of prayer and encouragement. There have been several things on my heart I couldn’t quite talk about with other Christians, so these matters have been mulling around in my head and I found I could only put them into words while in the presence of God.
Have you ever been there? As if you have a whole list of prayer requests, yet you find yourself unable to bring them up with other believers?
Well, last Friday, the Lord took my list and went through them one by one, and all I had to do was sit on the couch and listen.
This morning, I read an incredible post by Mario Murillo about a BLM/Antifa protest in Portland where they began to burn a stack of bibles.
My bible is my life source. It is not just a book filled with random verses and passages, or a history lesson discussing where my heritage came from, or random stories discussing people I don’t know.
My bible is the guide to my eternal salvation, it is the doorway to me learning about peace, health, success, overcoming. It is Jesus’ voice here on earth, God’s testimony for my life, the Holy Spirit speaking to me through words written long ago yet still moving. It is joy in the midst of mourning, light when all I see is darkness, calm when I’m surrounded by chaos and peace in the middle of a battle. My bible is not just a book, my bible is my guide through life.
I am very particular of the people I listen to, the books I read and where I send my tithe. I believe this stems from growing up and being very involved in a church as a child, a church my parents (through discernment) fortunately made the decision to leave prior to learning the pastor was living a lie. This lie ultimately hurt thousands and caused many to turn from the Lord.
That experience as a young girl taught me to be very discerning when it comes to those who preach the gospel. The majority of pastors I listen to, or read books they author, have long since gone home to Heaven and I wouldn’t even need a full hand to count the number of today’s pastors I would say I “follow”.
Yesterday, my sister forwarded me an email from the church I have called home for over a decade. This church has pushed my faith deeper, has forced me into the Word to find answers and to rely on the Lord for everything. The Pastor’s wisdom and insight has, over the many years of listening to him, inspired me to know the Lord more intimately and to stand on the Word regardless of what I see or feel. Although I no longer live in the state where this church resides, I still tithe there and listen to the services as often as I can. Whenever I travel back to the state, I make sure to book a returning ticket late enough to assure my attendance on Sunday morning service.
So, when I opened my messages and saw the below email, to say I was shocked, disheartened, confused or troubled, would be an understatement…I was, and still am, totally and completely heartbroken.
I believe we are stepping into a new season with the Lord. Things we used to get away with will no longer be acceptable. Flippant words we speak without thinking will not be tolerated and saying you follow the Lord will no longer mean you actually know who He is and what He stands for.
I think we have been in a “safe zone” with God. By this I mean He tolerated so much simply because we, His children, didn’t know better. He tolerated our laziness, our unwillingness to submit to His authority. He tolerated our acceptance of “being a Christian” one day a week, of walking with Him a few hours a month and turning from Him far more than turning towards. He allowed us to make mistakes because we were in an innocent dwelling with Him, a place of learning and growing and finding Him in a world that has abandoned Him.
But, I no longer believe we are in the safe zone anymore. Like the Israelites at the outskirts of their land of milk and honey, we have approached new territory and now is the deciding moment where we either walk into the promised land or continue to wander.