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I could stay in the room of divine intimacy forever…its that good. But…the compassion in Gods heart towards humanity petitions me to come alive in the world. The eyes of the fatherless boy in the street suddenly shine brighter than my fear to be vulnerable publically. The cries of a marginalized generation suddenly are louder than my insecurity that keeps me bound from speaking. The stinch of money robbing people of their souls suddenly smells stronger than the self-preservation that keeps me quiet and indifferent. I dont know how to consistently do life in this place of undiluted compassion, but in this moment, it feels worth giving my life to learn it.

Humanity judged and the small world around him dropped its hammer with a verdict. This man inside took a step back…furthor…furthor…furthor…until he felt the chain of insecurity clasp his ankles. Ill confidence took his throat, stealing his voice. Shame gripped his wrists. After trying to scream, crying out for anyone to recalibrate-to understand- yet finding none, he resolved to find contentment in his dark, but safe, place. A year and a half later, a hand lifts his small-minded and safe dungeon, dropping it in southern california. Love begins to burn his heart again. When the door opens, every thing, person, and voice tugs on all thats dead inside-saying- MAN OF GOD INSIDE, COME ALIVE TO RIGHTLY TAKE YOUR PLACE IN THE WORLD.

the drunks…the homeless…the abandoned…the prostitutes…the poor…the children…the hungry…and the people who love them.

For more of those moments where my soul is possessed entirely by an undilluted love for RELATIONSHIP. Relating to the Divine. Relating to humanity. RELATIONSHIP. To value it…to understand it…to have it…to develop it…to love it is to have LIFE.

After getting off the floor with God, it hit me. Jesus wasnt lying when He said the entire reason for His short stay on earth was so that we could have LIFE to the full. Yeah…it hurts like hell sometimes to not live inside the worlds “system,” but who needs a system only good for some lies and keeping you trapped by fear anyway? And yeah…it takes time to develop life with God, but what doesnt take a process to grow? And yeah…it is a narrow road with a small population of travelers, but its the BETTER way…and its one of those moments where im just really glad ive found the grace to walk it.
…So…cheers to not being lied to anymore. To being liberated from a slavery to fear into a freedom to love. To inheriting a “system” with no boundaries through intimacy with the uncreated one.
“The path of the righteous is like the light of dawn. It shines brighter and brighter until the full day.” -Solomon.

Theres a song that continually plays throughout the earth. Some call it the “Liberation of Humanity.” Others have named it “Heaven Invading Earth.” Either title, its heard by those who are listening—by those who have given their lives to hear. And when they do…hear it, they cant help but live to join in it. In child-like wonder they live day to day dancing and singing, suffering and pleading, loving and holding, giving and giving, giving and giving. They could lose all they have, but as long as they hear this song and sense its nearness, they keep singing. Can you hear it?  Read more...

If you want to know why there are still so many poor in the slums, oppressed trapped in factories/brothels, and marginalized stuck on the the streets around the world—-its because for far too long, the most wealthy and resourceful church on earth-the american one-has devalued the person of the Holy Spirit and the place of intimacy with God in the human life. If it was to be corrected, Gods heart could be manifested on earth and consequently the poor would be empowered, the oppressed would be freed, and the marginalized understood.

If a man was to use discipline, hardwork, manipulation…etc, he might gain the world. Yet, in the end, it would be a world with boundaries, limits, and ultimately an end. If the same man was to use humility and faith, he would find intimacy with the Holy Spirit and enter into a world with no boundaries or limits and no end.

I miss my best friend. Without the nearness of Holy Spirit, I find myself running vain circles in a dark room, all the while trying to find a way out. Chris Martin says it best. “The truth is I miss you. Im tired, i should have never let you go. So i’ll crawl back into your open arms.”

I want the weight of His affections towards the people on earth to break into my reality and crush me to the floor. I dont want to get up until I’m consumed by love, and wrecked enough to GO and hold the broken, kiss the loveless, encourage the weak. You can keep my vanity and my dignity, I dont think I’m gonna need it anymore.

It’s a bizarre thing for me to realize that it’s on the streets that I feel most alive, where I am seemingly most at home. Looking in to the eyes of the hurting and poor, I further come to understand that love isn’t a hobby or an intellectual attainment, but that LOVE costs my life.

Is it a coincedence that God’s been getting me for the poor and oppressed, and in the same breadth of time, I get accepted to a ministry school in Mozambique, as well as, invited to take off the asia for a month? I doubt it. As of Saturday, i was studying for a test on tuesday. As of Sunday, i had dropped classes after getting accepted to Africa. As of Monday, I was straightening things out to take off to asia for a month. As of Friday, I’m sitting in Tokyo pondering how much fun it is to do life with the Holy Spirit. Much of the time, its more like a catching a wave, and enjoying the ride. So, before i get off this wave, It will have taken me to Japan, Thailand, Singapore, Taiwan, China, India, South Africa, and Mozambique. If you want to keep in tune with the asia travels… asiaandbeyond.blogspot.com Keep in touch.