Monday, June 15, 2009

Adrenaline Junkie

June 15, 2009
“Water will gush forth in the wilderness and streams in the desert. The burning sand will become a pool, the thirsty ground bubbling springs. In the haunts where jackals once lay, grass and reeds and papyrus will grow. And a highway will be there; it will be called the Way of Holiness. The unclean will not journey on it; it will be for those who walk in that Way.” Isaiah 35:6-8

I am reminiscing and sad at being back to my desert. I can imagine that for the prophet Daniel, having direct visions and revelations from the Lord must have been one wild spiritual rollercoaster ride! I imagine that after wards, as he went back to the mundane affairs of his job and life, there must have been left a painful yearning for the thrill of God’s supernatural manifestation. As I began my day, I felt the exhilaration of experiencing the Lord like I did this weekend, however I found myself feeling sad and frustrated at the reality of my day. No fireworks or battle cries, just the quietness of my office and the tasks on my desk.

In the desert the scenery is the same for miles ahead. I visited a dear brother and sister in the Lord whom the Lord called to minister in a small town close to the Arizona state line this weekend. The analogy between their spiritual journey these past four years and the location where the Lord called them to is uncanny. The Lord showed me the transformative power of the desert. The desert is where the Lord trains after He calls, as He did with these dear servants of the living God. I am still processing what the Lord showed me and how clearly He supernaturally spoke to me. That was a great ride! Nonetheless, I am off the ride and am back to the reality of the desert to which the Lord has called me to, to the place where He provides the daily manna and the quail; the place where He consecrated Aaron as priest. It is the place where we are consecrated and made holy and become a “pleasing aroma, an offering made to the Lord by fire.” Exodus 29:41.

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