I have two main problems with Mark Batterson. Correction. I have ONE main problem with him and then I have a major problem with his current book, Whisper: How to Hear the Voice of God. (Now that I typed out that title, make it two main problems.) Continue reading “The journey to Troas — Listening Prayer”
His voice is love.
His voice is power.
Mark Batterson in his book The Grave Robber put it this way:
Sometimes we need someone to silly-slap us!
Dorothy Sayers said this:
The people who crucified Jesus never, to do them justice, accused him of being a bore — on the contrary, they thought him too dynamic to be safe. It has been left for later generations to muffle up that shattering personality and surround him with an atmosphere of tedium. We have very efficiently pared the claws of the Lion of Judah, certified him ‘meek and mile,’ and recommended him as a fitting household pet for pale curates and pious old ladies.
Mark Batterson followed that quote up with this:
If Sayer’s generation declawed the Lion of Judah, we have neutered him. Or lobotomized His wild side. And then we wonder why we’re bored with our faith?
“Hearing a testimony is the way I borrow faith from others. Sharing my testimony is the way I loan my faith to others” — Mark Batterson, The Grave Robber (p. 150)
Give life to someone today. Tell about the greatness of God. If you need a boost, listen to a story of faith. Let’s TESTIFY to the goodness of our God!
I am only thinking out loud on this post. I am trying to leave record everywhere I can think of today because… well… I don’t know why. But I marked it in my journal, which will only get stashed in some box after it’s used up and I’ll never get it out again. I can wrap it in neon paper and write “REMEMBER THIS JOURNAL” and it will still get boxed up and never seen again.
But somehow I need to leave record to remember to come back to this week. SOMETHING IS DIFFERENT.
Just to note… It is Wednesday, April 22, and to this date in this week nothing has happened.
Weird. I know.
At the beginning of this week, the Lord spoke to me as I was looking over some books and picked up Mark Batterson’s The Grave Robber. I have been reading it this week and the Lord is really tearing me up on the matter of miracles. When I picked it up earlier in the week the Spirit spoke to me and said, “I’m going to teach you about the miraculous.”
So… to this date… I am making it official: NOTHING HAS HAPPENED.
Our leadership team looked at a building again some of us really liked, but a contractor let us know this was not a good place to look at for what we needed… not for the money we had to utilize.
We are waiting on paperwork to get a closing date on our church property and now I have a conference call with the buyers tomorrow… so nothing there. Only more nerves.
Not. One. Miracle.
Nothing has changed.
But I need to mark down this week. Why?
Because everything has changed. Something deep inside me on the bus this morning just shifted. I was reading another chapter in Batterson’s book… and in my mind I pictured the rudder of a ship turning. Imperceptible. Yet… the small change in the course of a rudder would alter the course of an entire freighter. Something changed.
I see no miracles right now… yet… I see miracles right now.
(I am beginning to think I need to leave this page private. This is just too weird right now.)
Today is a day of new wineskins in my thinking and in my spirit. There is a place of possible despair staring at me as I think of what we can not know when it comes to these deep changes in the church. Yet, it is the very place the Spirit has led me… so there is instead great faith. I can’t explain it. I just know I need to mark this week and I need to mark it while NOTHING is happening.
Because while nothing outwardly is happening, something inward just shifted. Dramatically. Powerfully.
It’s like, “I was blind and now I see.”
The impossible is now possible. And the POSSIBLE is now ahead.