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And they will be like warriors trampling the mud of the streets in battle. They will fight, for the Lord will be with them, and will defeat the enemy cavalry. (Zechariah 10:5)
Two dozen pastors stepped out of the retreat center and into the California redwood trees. Their faces were aglow with the Holy Spirit.
“Um, excuse me.” A quiet man approached me. “I’m sorry I didn’t speak up before, but I have something from the Lord. He says you are going to be a wild man for him.” He shrugged, then eased away.
I immediately knew in my heart what this was about. As a new pastor, I wore the right clothes and preached safe doctrine. My Christianity had become trendy and politically correct. Yech. I was everything Jesus was not. I needed less people pleasing and more moving in the Spirit, less religion and more faith.
The wild man message broke the chains holding me from what God desired. I tore off my necktie and said, “Here am I Lord, send me.”
Before I got to the period of that sentence I found myself in Nigeria, bent over a four-year-old girl, and praying against deafness. I went to Eastern Europe and gave the gospel to a communist university coed. I wept through the night for the wayward spouse of a friend, and danced in worship with Ivorians. I anointed Hindu Indians with oil and saw captives freed from demons.
I was never trained for these things, but love demanded them, so I blundered forward, and the Holy Spirit did the work. Healing, deliverance, and salvation are awesome miracles to behold.
I have tasted the blood of combat, and come alive in the battle. Jesus called me wild man, and because the LORD is with me, I will defeat the enemy cavalry.
Prayer: Rider of the white horse, lead me into the battle of love.
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Do not accumulate for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal. But accumulate for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also. (Matthew 6:19-21)
Stone chimneys rose three stories above a turret. Ample rooms, appointed with marble fireplaces, handcrafted hardwood, and exquisite collectibles, were surrounded by thirty-two acres of private forest. Construction of the mansion was the life dream of Dani’s mother. After it was finished, we moved in with her, shared her dream, and provided hospice care until she passed away. Dani and her sister inherited the grand house.
Another person also died. It was the King of the universe, Jesus. He died so we could live in his mansion. Before he left, he said we should prepare for our time with him. We should use worldly wealth for eternal purposes.
We sold the family estate and used the money to travel the mission field. We traded the turret for the baptism of thirty-four African women and children. The marble fireplaces fetched enough to bring the gospel to villages of untouchables in India. That thirty-two acres of serene forest bought time in the Fiji Islands redeeming abused women and prisoners. We exchanged the house and land for ministry opportunities.
The money is gone now, but not the investment. Dividends continue to flow into our Kingdom accounts from the lives that were touched.
The decision to sell and reinvest into eternity was simple. Jesus died for us. What else could we do in response to so great a love? To hang on to soil, wood, and stone would trivialize his death. We had to spend earthly wealth as a token of the love that was lavished on us.
Prayer: Faithful God, thank you for protecting our investment.
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