Saturday I called Sally the Musician. She was down but with a different kind of down from the days before. I had no idea what to do, so we sat in miserable silence for a while and no ideas came. I left her for a while and sat before the Lord. Eventually He pointed to the Edomite Curse.
When I called her back, she confirmed pain over her right eye, which is a fairly dependable Edomite Curse marker, but I still didn’t know what to do with it. Sometime later, God took us back to her religious roots where we found a strange tie between the Edomite and defiled time.
I hacked and whacked. She cried for a while. Within an hour she was more solid than she had been for a week. I love revelation. Hard to be dangerous without it.
There was one other episode with Sally during the week where there was some light and some release.
I talked with Fred and Sally and had no insight at all. Their situation has gone a little bit backward this week, and it wasn’t great to begin with.
Nothing to report for Fred. His situation is no better or worse, and I had no insight at all, although I spent some time on it.
What is dramatic for the week is the extreme drop in intercession. Both the number of stars checked and the number of visits per day dropped significantly which is an indication of the larger battle.
I have pondered that all week without coming to any clarity. My current theory is that it is not just a sudden case of intercessory fatigue, but that it might be part of the broader assault on our relationship with God the Father. It seems that on several fronts, the enemy is using a variety of tools ranging from boredom, to pain, to anger in order to separate people and keep them from sharing life with each other.
That is merely a theory at this point, and I am not sure how we fight back on such a vague and broad scale. Those things happen all the time, so they are not new. If that is, indeed, the case, then it is simply an intensification of the usual. But what to do?
When my world stops being orderly, I try to avoid engaging the mess until I have retreated to solid ground. I ask myself what is still solid, unchanging (such as my identity and calling) and where the grace of God is still flowing. We tend to get all caught up on where the grace is NOT that we miss where He IS.
So I came back to the core identity: I am a trailblazer, finding answers to questions most people are not asking. Nothing has changed about that this week. It is possible that God is sending weird situations to me because I was not looking for these answers, so He had to prime the pump with pain.
My calling is to release better tools for those who want to be Noble Subjects and not just serfs. Nothing has changed. I need better tools and so do 1,000 Fred and Sallys out there.
I am not the least bit shaken on either of those two points. Very solid ground.
So where is the grace?
-Logistically, this trip has been flawless, leading up to the seminar tomorrow. A minor point, I know, but I try not to miss where God is doing a work, however small because His presence in small details has been so overt.
-There are two intercessors out there who have an uncommon anointing for intercession this week. They can easily flow for a couple of hours on the phone and God is there. Their prayers are far above the “fix it” genera as they seem to be able to hear God’s heart for something new and big and are praying this vague, big thing, into existence here on earth.
-My passion for the topic of male intercession is huge. I had no idea how much the religious culture has been a wet blanket for me, since there has never been a place for me to bring male worship into the stained glass buildings.
This discovery has legitimized my worship style in a deep way. I am finding so many treasures in my mental files of stories I heard over the years that were in “my” key of music, that I hugged hard, then put carefully away out of sight because there was not a place for them. I have a fire in me for tomorrow!
That is about it. Glitches abound elsewhere, but in the midst of the mess, these three things are untouched.
So, I walk in a challenging tension. I have a lot of compassion for my peeps who are in a world of pain. I would love to stop the world and wrestle by the Brook Jabbok until an answer comes. It grieves me that there is no grace for that this week.
But, to the degree that I can, I am pushing away the world of conundrums and seeking to drill down on what God has for me today and tomorrow at the seminar.
I thought my work in the area was done already today. My shoes are off, and the warm evening indoors is inviting since it has been raining outside most of the day. However, there is something east of here on Highway 50 that is calling me, increasingly stridently for the past two hours. It seems that there is a restaurant somewhere down the road where I have a divine appointment. So I will put on my boots and jacket and go exploring because I don’t want to miss the grace.
Copyright April 2014 by Arthur Burk
From the Hyatt House, off Highway 50, at 6:57 p.m.