The Violent Lovers of Christ joyfully go where few others dare, to share the transforming good news of Jesus!
Planning for a trip to Mexico is underway and the Violent Lovers of Christ are excited about going to the garbage dumps to give their love away!
Are you also compelled to reach out to the poorest of the poor with Godly affection and the good news of Jesus? ..then you are invited to come with us!!
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I’ve actually been working in the healthcare environment for a few months now and have witnessed many incredible miracles here. God had me pray over the hands of many nurses that they would receive and freely give the healing power of Jesus. Just before God sent me to work here, He put that healing power in my hands. Once, after I prayed with a receptionist at one facility she was so deeply touched by God that word spread around and the people’s faith there was greatly increased. Suddenly, I couldn’t walk down the halls without someone grabbing me and asking me to stop and pray for them! Several nurses have been praying over the patients and they are getting healed! One nurse came to me and told me about a recent dream in which her hands and face began glowing and God told her that she had the gift of healing. A few administrators of the facilities have even asked me to pray for them; we asked that God would guide them in leadership and increase their vision of Jesus as healer. I also prayed that fear would not stop anyone from inviting Jesus to work among the people. There is so much more to tell about this, because it’s only the beginning of what God has showed me will begin happening out in this field.
Today is also my last day to work at those facilities, which means I will look forward to visiting again when I’m completely free to spend time with the people instead of being tied to computer work.
I gave my back to the smiters, and my cheeks to them that plucked off the hair. – Isaiah 50:6
I am reminded of a young mother whose face was badly disfigured.
Her little girl was continually ridiculed by the children in school because
of her mother’s appearance.
When the little girl was old enough, the mother explained to her that
when she was a baby there was a dreadful fire in the apartment and,
although the mother was able to save the little girl, the mother herself
suffered very severe burns in the process. From that day on, the little girl
was no longer embarrassed about her mother. Every time she looked
into her mother’s face it was a reminder of just how much she was loved.
Is it possible that, in addition to the nail prints, there were additional
scars-perhaps where His beard used to be-that caused their difficulty in
recognizing Him? Are they still there? Does Jesus still bear the marks of
His humiliation?
In the Book of Revelation, John is propelled forward in time some several
thousand years and is granted a vision of the throne of God. In
Revelation 5 we find “the lamb as it had been slain,” apparently still
bearing the scars of the cross. They say that the only man-made things in heaven are His scars.
When Jesus returns to rule Israel, He proclaims,
“And they shall look upon me whom they have pierced.”
The marks of His humiliation are also the marks of His glory.
Furthermore, I’m sure the most significant aspects of the cross were not
the physical or physiological aspects. I believe it will take us an eternity
to even begin to understand what it cost Him that we might be with Him.
He was born of a woman so that we could be born of God.
He humbled Himself so that we could be lifted up.
He became a servant so that we could be made co-heirs.
He suffered rejection so that we could become His friends.
How precious our Redeemer is! Have you really thanked Him lately?
or HAVE YOU EVER??
Copyright and exerpted from: http://www.khouse.org/articles/1999/52/
doing an interview about ‘couch surfing’ and using www.couchsurfing.com as a practical travel tool for aquiring alternative sleep/housing accomodations. As you will see in the interview, they plan on using couchsurfing.com while on their world wide travel adventures. They will actually be living in 12 different countries and spending one month in each over the course of their travels!
More interesting info about their mission trip and involvement with the World Race can be found here:
So this guy comes up to me and says:
“what’s the vision? What’s the big idea?”
I open my mouth and words come out like this:
The vision?
The vision is JESUS – obsessively, dangerously, undeniably Jesus!
The vision is an army of young people.
You see bones? I see an army.
And they are FREE from materialism.
They laugh at 9-5 little prisons.
They could eat caviar on Monday and crusts on Tuesday.
They wouldn’t even notice.
They know the meaning of the Matrix, the way the west was won.
They are mobile like the wind, they belong to the nations.
They need no passport.
People write their addresses in pencil and wonder at their strange existence.
They are free yet they are slaves of the hurting and dirty and dying.
What is the vision ?
The vision is holiness that hurts the eyes.
It makes children laugh and adults angry.
It gave up the game of minimum integrity long ago to reach for the stars.
It scorns the good and strains for the best.
It is dangerously pure.
Light flickers from every secret motive, every private conversation.
It loves people away from their suicide leaps, their Satan games.
This is an army that will lay down its life for the cause.
A million times a day its soldiers choose to loose,
that they might one day win
the great ‘Well done’ of faithful sons and daughters.
Such heroes are as radical on Monday morning as Sunday night. They don’t need fame from names. Instead they grin quietly upwards and hear the crowds chanting again and again:
“COME ON!”
And this is the sound of the underground
The whisper of history in the making
Foundations shaking
Revolutionaries dreaming once again
Mystery is scheming in whispers
Conspiracy is breathing…
This is the sound of the underground
And the army is disciplined.
Young people who beat their bodies into submission.
Every soldier would take a bullet for his comrade at arms.
The tattoo on their back boasts “for me to live is Christ and to die is gain”.
Sacrifice fuels the fire of victory in their upward eyes.
Winners. Martyrs.
Who can stop them ?
Can hormones hold them back?
Can failure succeed?
Can fear scare them or death kill them ?
And the generation prays
like a dying man
with groans beyond talking,
with warrior cries, sulphuric tears and
with great barrow loads of laughter!
Waiting. Watching: 24 – 7 – 365.
Whatever it takes they will give: Breaking the rules. Shaking mediocrity from its cosy little hide. Laying down their rights and their precious little wrongs, laughing at labels, fasting essentials. The advertisers cannot mould them. Hollywood cannot hold them. Peer-pressure is powerless to shake their resolve at late night parties before the cockerel cries.
They are incredibly cool, dangerously attractive
Inside.
On the outside? They hardly care.
They wear clothes like costumes to communicate and celebrate but never to hide.
Would they surrender their image or their popularity?
They would lay down their very lives – swap seats with the man on death row – guilty as hell. A throne for an electric chair.
With blood and sweat and many tears, with sleepless nights and fruitless days,
they pray as if it all depends on God and live as if it all depends on them.
Their DNA chooses JESUS. (He breathes out, they breathe in.)
Their subconscious sings. They had a blood transfusion with Jesus.
Their words make demons scream in shopping centres.
Don’t you hear them coming?
Herald the weirdos! Summon the losers and the freaks.
Here come the frightened and forgotten with fire in their eyes.
They walk tall and trees applaud, skyscrapers bow, mountains are dwarfed by these children of another dimension.
Their prayers summon the hounds of heaven and invoke the ancient dream of Eden.
And this vision will be.
It will come to pass;
it will come easily;
it will come soon.
How do I know?
Because this is the longing of creation itself,
the groaning of the Spirit,
the very dream of God.
My tomorrow is his today.
My distant hope is his 3D.
And my feeble, whispered, faithless prayer invokes a thunderous, resounding, bone-shaking great ‘Amen!’ from countless angels, from heroes of the faith, from Christ himself. And he is the original dreamer, the ultimate winner.
Guaranteed.
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