April 8, 2008. 2:00 a.m., Eastern Time
Freedom time
That’s what we say
Wired for Revolution—
What does that mean anyway?
Taking old clichés,
Making the words relevant for today
Passionate on Sunday
Knowing when to stand
When to clap
When to spew out the words
That I’ve been trained to say.
All those nice songs,
The ones that make me feel nice inside.
But as soon as I have a chance,
When no one is looking or listening,
That’s when compromise sets in…
But grace is there, right?
Or have I just cheapened the beauty and power of this gift
with my justifications in the dark of the night?
It’s so easy to say, “peace peace”
Especially when there is no such thing.
It’s hard to be real
To just admit it….I fall short….
What is really burning in our hearts? In mine?
Deception can come in like a smokescreen.
Where are the prophets of today—
With words that cut like fire
And eyes that burn like a sword
(I know that’s backward, but who likes normal anymore?)
The ones who have actually walked with Jesus—
Not just pretending to know His heart.
Searching for the answers to these questions
Deep ones that seem to be as voidless
As the darkness God spoke into
When will the meaning come?
When will direction penetrate this darkness?
I want to learn how to walk like Enoch.
I’m tired of misrepresentation
Fearing that people are saying things without really even know what they are saying.
Fearing that I’m doing that, too.
Big words. Little action.
And the games. That’s what I’m tired of the most.
The business deals that take place in the pulpit.
The behind the scenes exchanges that keep voices silent.
The way church seems more about title and position and someone’s own kingdom
Than a place of deliverance, freedom, resoration.
An undefiled and pure gospel replaced with comfort words—
Just like comfort foods that make us fat and sedated.
I used to think I knew what those words meant—
The ones that said something about “seek first”
Now I don’t know if I ever did
Cause it’s only now that I’m beginning to see
The price that comes with such a journey
My life for….for what?
Do I even care anymore?
Cause I sure don’t act like it’s worth the cost.
The value of a pearl has been lost to me as I’ve searched for counterfeit loves.
Yet.
Even in complacency.
I can’t help but remember
The smell
The sound
The taste
The feel
The images
Of that land
The one I used to believe in so deeply
It was worth my life.
The one that I was wrecked for once…
When I saw that its center was Love Divine.
Maybe the questions seem to be reaching into a voidless space.
But God is the Master of speaking into the void,
the total darkness,
And those words create the miracle of light.
Light penetrates darkness
Truth comes into the midst of lies
What can be shaken will be
What is crooked will be made straight.
That Kingdom is still beckoning for me to come,
To pick up my treasure hunting bag once again
To brush off the dust from the map
To shake off my frustrations and my disappointments
To get healed and spin myself out of this wrapping of offenses,
To believe that there really are others who want something that is pure and uncompromised...free from the materialism of the culture
To follow His lead and start seeking once again….
to start journeying after what is real…what is pure….what is lovely….what is truly free...
The smell.
The sound.
The taste.
The feel.
The images.
God, take me with You into a deeper revelation of these things.
Matthew 16:25: "For whoever wants to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for me will find it."
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