We gathered at this day doom a home to varying social activities and the likes.
I get a seat near to the stage. Ripped jeans, long hair, rock stars… light, camera, action… the band plays, they rock. The man in front of me raises his hands up in the air all in surrender … we are gathered together in no other name… Jesus! While Tye Tribbet leads us in worship and praise to the king. The venue doesn’t make it a ‘heathen’ gathering, the man in front of me is not turned away, he’s raising his hands in worship. The men and ladies on the stage in ripped jeans are not judged, they are singing and stirring up an incense of worship so great, you feel the presence of God, its not how well or appealing the music is its not about how loud or low the music is, its not in the ripped jeans or skinny jeans, its not in the long hair
"we can't get the voice if we simply listen to the noise in the market place"
Its about the call of salvation and the number of people who surrender after each message to the name of Jesus, those who come eagerly to the place where they drop their strong will with open hearts for him to fill it in and take over…. It’s church in the wild! And the crazies are running in. Its sad what the critics are seeing daily, they see the ripped jeans on the stage but they fail to see the ripped hearts being healed by the love of God emanating from the singer in ripped jeans, the critics see the preacher with the Jerry curls the don't even get to hear the word of truth that's coming from the mouth of the preacher. The preacher has studs on! So what? The stud doesn't reduce his anointing. They don't see the lives that are being transformed all they see is the man. They fail to see the hearts that are hurting that receive healing by the word, they are so consumed by traditional way we started out Christianity.
I'm reading Matthew 8: 28-34 it says;
"They landed in the country of the Gadarenes and were met by two madmen, victims of demons, coming out of the cemetery. The men had terrorized the region for so long that no one considered it safe to walk down that stretch of road anymore. Seeing Jesus, the madmen screamed out, “What business do you have giving us a hard time? You’re the Son of God! You weren’t supposed to show up here yet!” Off in the distance a herd of pigs was browsing and rooting. The evil spirits begged Jesus, “If you kick us out of these men, let us live in the pigs.”
Jesus said, “Go ahead, but get out of here!” Crazed, the pigs stampeded over a cliff into the sea and drowned. Scared to death, the swineherds bolted. They told everyone back in town what had happened to the madmen and the pigs. Those who heard about it were angry about THE DROWNED PIGS. A mob formed and demanded that Jesus get out and not come back"
Can you even imagine? Jesus healed the mad men and all the people concerned themselves with were the drowned pigs.
Its a practical picture of how we are, We’re so blinded by picking out faults that we refuse to see the glory, and the name of Jesus being lifted. We’re all so worried about the pigs; we’re not looking at the glory that came before the pigs drowned. Every one of us stands guilty of this in some ways the radicals and the religious alike, our priority is what a man looks like and what he's giving out. Remember scripture when Jesus was performing miracles some came and asked if he wasn't the son of the carpenter.
I've sat through services where I do not agree totally with all the preacher is saying and turned my mind away from the glory of God to the drowned pigs(looks) and everytime testimonies arise from such services I keep wondering where I was through the service. Don’t being so concerned and angry about the pigs(outer appearance) that you drive Jesus out. Let the pigs drown, having Christ in your midst is worth more than the lost pigs that get you angry.
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