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The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me, because the Lord has anointed me to proclaim good news to the poor. He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners, to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor and the day of vengeance of our God, to comfort all who mourn, and provide for those who grieve in Zion—to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. (Isaiah 61:1-3) (NIV)
Bali was a Chinese flower with a loser stalker boyfriend. When she accepted Jesus, the boyfriend claimed to convert also. Then she discovered he was married to another woman. During our secret church service, he sent twenty text messages to keep his claws in Bali.
The wonder of the gospel is that it not only saves us, but it also transforms human suffering. I have yet to encounter a form of agony the cross cannot redeem. Ashes change into crowns, mourning becomes joy, discouragement turns to praise. Allow me to demonstrate.
The house church put Bali in a chair and placed their hands on her shoulders and head. Because all Christians are called to the work of intercession, we anointed her forehead with oil and prayed.
“By the power of Jesus, we pronounce this unholy love nailed to the cross. We break the emotional ties and exchange them for the pure love of your greatest admirer, Jesus Christ.”
In response to our invocation, the Holy Spirit set a protective hedge around Bali’s heart that her ex’s words no longer penetrated. At the same time, he flooded her awareness with the cherishing love of Jesus. Cleansing tears streamed to her petite chin.
Life hurts. It gouges, bruises, and scars. We are licensed to perform the great exchange on every wound. There is nothing hell can throw at us that heaven can’t convert into victory. We are anointed into this ministry and, for every day God allows us to remain on earth, our mission is the great exchange.
Prayer: Spirit of the Sovereign LORD, today let me crown the maimed with beauty.
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He said to them, “The harvest is plentiful, but the workers are few. Therefore ask the Lord of the harvest to send out workers into his harvest. Go! I am sending you out like lambs surrounded by wolves. (Luke 10:2, 3)
Vibrant-green sugarcane swept past our windows. School children froze in place at the sight of a van full of white people in rural India. The road ended hours later in the village of Nampiyumpetu. Every attempt to bring the gospel to these mountain dwellers had been met with hostility—twenty years worth. Our plan was a free medical clinic, but, by the time our van arrived, the doctors had seen most of the infirm and were about to leave. Our evangelism team deflated with audible sighs.
I sat by the last patient, a feverish boy, and explained the gospel. A crowd gathered to listen in, so my interpreter, Asher, encouraged me to stand and address the group. At the end of the presentation, thirty-two adults signed decision cards and Asher’s father, a pastor, agreed to return weekly for follow up.
What happened? We planned a medical clinic but God planted a church. The crazy, beautiful circumstances that unfolded that day leaped from the book of Acts. God is still very much in the business of supernaturally converting people and we have the opportunity to join his work.
Jesus is zealous for our involvement in the grand harvest. As I learned in Nampiyumpetu, we must only be willing to be willing to join the party. He is the party. He is, in fact, the lavish present. I’m simply the cardboard box used to deliver his priceless gift. But has there ever been such a privileged scrap of cardboard?
Prayer: Father, I’m willing to be willing to go.
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…the fire will test what kind of work each has done. If what someone has built survives, he will receive a reward. If someoneʼs work is burned up, he will suffer loss. He himself will be saved, but only as through fire. (1 Corinthians 3:13-15)
Flames leaped ten meters carrying grass, trees, and bush animals into gray billows. The wildfire raced toward the mission complex in Zimbabwe and every able-bodied person beat at the flames with a leafy branch. I’d never battled a fire with a branch, but I couldn’t stand by and watch, so I carried my bough into a burning field.
“Stop, brother.” An African grabbed my arm.
The hungry blaze jumped the same trail I almost used and burst into a roar of orange flames. My ignorance was nearly my undoing.
Will my ignorance of character be my undoing when I get to paradise? I know I’ll be saved by the grace of Jesus, but will my personality lie in charred ruins because it wasn’t remade beforehand? After walking with the Lord for years, I still harbor jealousy, fear, and apathy. I don’t want to show up at the marriage feast of the Lamb as a gray haired spiritual baby with no eternal gifts to present.
The fire for testing character is already ignited. It burns around me every day. The flames of poor health, dysfunctional relationships, and idolatrous addictions lick at my soul. I don’t control the temperature or duration of my testing. I can’t even choose the areas of my life that burn. I am, however, in charge of my response to the blaze.
If I lash out and blame others, the fire will destroy the core of who I am. Alternatively, I can hide myself in Jesus for the duration—hunker down into my trust of him. Only then will I emerge with a character of gold fit for the city coming from above.
Prayer: Create in me, O God, a fireproof heart.