Sunday Morning in Innsbruck


My trip over last week was generic with the exception of two small points.  On one flight, I enjoyed watching the grace with which Rene did her job.  Passengers on airplanes are tending more and more toward insensitivity and selfishness, and it takes a toll on the flight attendants.

I marvel at and appreciate flight attendants like Rene who can withstand the wear and tear of gnarly customers and still maintain a genuine engagement with good people.

The layover in Frankfurt was school time for one of my business students.  The city and the airport are rather extremely Ruler in redemptive gifts.  I spent some time on the phone wandering through the airport coaching this other road warrior on some of the things to look for in airports to determine their RG.

I slept through the vaunted approach to the runway in Innsbruck, awaking only when the wheels touched down.  However, from my desk in Serina’s office I watch planes coming in and taking off all day, and have an appreciation for the famed difficulty of the airport, especially when there is a low cloud cover, or the wind is violent and as twisted as a pretzel.

One website had this to say:

“What really concentrates the mind of the flying community, though, is the “Cat C” airports, of which the prime example is Innsbruck. Only experienced pilots who have undergone simulator training and sat in the jump-seat for landing and take-off at the Tyrolean airport are deployed on flights there. 

While the passenger may be thinking “beautiful mountains, lovely church, ooh, look, we’ve landed”, the pilot is facing what Captain Prior describes as “challenging visual manoeuvring within the valley,” made trickier by “low-level wind shear and turbulence associated with high winds and the terrain.”

Tuesday and Wednesday were my usual battle with jet lag.  This time it was more defined by lag than jet.

Thursday we took to the hills to do some worshipful warfare on the high places.  God met us in a rather unprecedented way.  On the left hand sidebar of our website you will see the link to Prayers, which will take you to a landing page which will grow over time.

Select “The God of the Mountains” for the story of Thursday’s adventures.

Friday was recover-and-savor time along with a bunch of admin related to Serina’s new office.  She is in remarkably good position considering she just moved to Innsbruck two weeks ago, but those pesky loose ends take a bit of time.

Then Saturday was our much awaited firstfruits live event in Innsbruck.

This is an Exhorter city which means that its calling is to reveal missing pieces of the nature of God to the world at large.  As a vehicle to facilitate this calling, I choose intercession.  We are going to make Innsbruck our lab for building strategy for intercession for the SLG worldwide.

Obviously we have only laid the foundation yesterday, but I hope to see the day when there is a team of local intercessors who can field emails from around the world, offering wise insight into how to build a strategy for whatever issue is facing them.

But for yesterday, I began with an overview of Innsbruck, our journey, our vision and the role that developing strategy will have in overcoming the Canaanite curse which has a branch office here.

The second hour I used our familiar picture of the widow who needed to evict a tenant, as a tool to model the difference between prayer and intercession.  I chose some thespians from the audience and crafted the play on the fly.  Anja was stellar as an 83 year old widow, who was 1.5 meter’s tall, weighed 45 kilos and had no desire to engage with the ruffian in her rent house.

Then we dug into a couple of real life situations, building strategy for them.  My main point was that we need to start with the will of God, not with our pain, and we need to find people with earned authority to address different aspects of the process, not just demand the product.

Using Facebook, we have solicited intercessors with earned authority in various areas to supplement the local team.  This is an exciting new development for our global community.

The next day one of the attendees wrote the following:  “We were richly rewarded by your seminar yesterday.  My wife sees intercession in a larger image now and received useful knowledge for practice.  For me it was another step to son- and fathership out of slavery. And both we were pleased with your cheerful looseness.”

I mulled over the final phrase a lot.  “Cheerful looseness.”

Yep. That is me.

The spirit of religious propriety takes a serious hit when I show up.

Yet, ironically, I am absolutely sure that almost everyone yesterday left with a significantly higher reverence for God than they came in with.  Their view of God’s nature, His heart and His ways were enlarged.

It intrigues me that I can get to high reverence with cheerful looseness.

I look forward to our first follow up meeting at Serina’s in a week or so to see what the impact of the day was.

The audio recording came out well.  If you want to be advised of the release, you need to sign up for Serina’s newsletter.  Here is the link.

Eventually we will open the monthly strategy training sessions that I will do via Skype, to intercessory leaders around the world.

Innsbruck is an international city.  Our first event had 19 people from eight nations.  We take this part of their heritage seriously and will look forward to sharing their treasures of insight as the years go on.  Fighting Futility Noble Subject blog

Copyright September 2016 by Arthur Burk

From Innsbruck, where the freshly snow-kissed mountain tops are shrouded in clouds

 

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4 Responses to Sunday Morning in Innsbruck

  1. Rosemary Williamson says:

    I love that term “cheerful looseness” and yet I wouldn’t have associated it with you! I must say it is an attitude I aspire to so I will attempt “cheerful looseness” it sounds like fun!

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  2. I am really struck by the comment about bringing awe and reverence with “cheerful looseness”. I absolutely agree that the religious spirit takes a big hit when you are around. Yet, the awe you build and leave behind you is equally evident. Awe doesn’t have to be stuffy. In fact, I think it can wither in that environment! You have to be free to be undone.

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  3. Pamela says:

    I need WordPress to include a “love” button.

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