Thanks much for all your prayers for yesterday’s activities.
The day started at 5:20 with Megan leaving for the airport, headed to Texas for the first in her series of ground breaking seminars.
Also while it was still dark, Team One headed south to some Mercy land to greet the morning on the beach. It was nearly high tide, but the waves were small so the two were able to work their way along the cliffs to a beloved sitting spot on the rocks. In the long silence, soaking up the majesty of creation, God sent some dolphins quite close to the shore to celebrate their joy of life. It was a hug from Father.
We so enjoy God accomplishing big things through little nudges. On the way to the beach a small joking comment was made which came into play at breakfast. One of the pair was able to follow the trail from the comment to original design.
Since this was a day that “Sally’s” design had been quite assaulted in the past, there was a majestic elegance to God revealing a very narrow niche anointing in her design. To see this facet of God incarnated in her, when very few have it, made for a memorable meal.
After some gentle conversation during a stroll around the area, Team One returned to the office and reported an excellent beginning to the day of reconciliation.
Team Two left in the afternoon around three, headed to Huntington Beach, our super-sized Exhorter community. This duo had one fixed assignment and then the third level synchronization riddle to solve. The known assignment had to do with choices. Back in the day, when this time had become so defiled for this “Sally,” the issue was choice.
Other people decided who she was, what she needed to do, and where it would be done. The devil leveraged some Exhorter land to cause the community to control her in a heavy handed way for quite some time after that day. So the leader of the project was tasked with finding great options since she knew the area where they were going, so that Sally only needed to choose repeatedly what was the best fit for her design.
We were celebrating freedom. It was not important whether Sally choose sushi or a green smoothie, shopping or walking in the water, community or time alone apart from the team leader. It was simply important to imprint on this day in time that she is free to choose, free to love, free to leave or stay, free to build, free to nurture, free to be and to become.
Being well instructed and well resourced, Team Two hit the road. Sally reported back today that the leader masterfully led with a very light touch. The high point for Sally was an hour alone at a sweet spot on the beach. There are no words for what happened to her then, but clearly the King was calmly, skillfully and joyously avenging Himself on His ancient enemy, by using the Exhorter land for good, not harm.
Team Three hit the road about 3:30 p.m. leaving an empty building behind. The answering machine lugubriously informed the world we were not at their disposal. The technical problems had been deemed insoluble earlier in the week, so the two team members who were planning to join by phone were not able to.
So Team Three was only two people, one of whom flew in for the occasion because their particular blend of giftings and earned authority was so complex and rare, the King could not find anyone in this nation who could do the deed in the way that it needed to be done.
Traffic was heavy but kept moving, and they arrived at their staging area around 6:00 p.m. God manipulated the situation quite gently to move them from the anticipated restaurant to the right one. While there, God downloaded some exciting revelation about Yom Kippur, the gender of time, covenants and our health. They left with an extraordinary number of synapses highly engaged.
Another 40 minutes of driving put them in a spot in the wilderness where the veil between this world and the spiritual realm is thin. The weather was a bit too harsh to be out of the car for an extended period, but they settled down in comfort with a view of a large expanse, uncluttered by human artifacts and went to work.
The objective of this team was to emphatically deal with the spirit of the sons of Belial in two areas: one is the person’s design and the other is his ability to hear God. Both have been roundly assaulted for a long time.
It was an interesting process as God controlled the cadence and the topics. When God was quite done, they looked at the clock and realized that it had been 4.5 hours. Apparently God was bound and determined that this particular accusatory spirit was going to have a very bad night indeed.
The exultant but weary team started the long trek home and arrived at around 2:30 a.m.
This is by far the most effort we have ever invested in a Window of Reconciliation event. There are no dramatic results to report at present, just the satisfaction that all three events came off flawlessly and were marked by God’s fingerprints in sundry ways.
We wonder if there will be a visible lurch in the natural in the next few weeks, or whether this is one of those stories we will want to explore in the archives, when we get to heaven.
Copyright March 2013 by Arthur Burk
From the Hub, in Anaheim