Where you go, I’ll go!!

I love this video from Jesus Culture!


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hey, it’s MY Birthday!

ooh I worked so hard to not have to work on my birthday, but ended up having to anyways!!! I certainly couldn’t let that upset me, besides, some reason I always work on my birthday! …I think it has something to do with being born on Labor Day, I don’t know LOL.

Yesterday I met a young man who had hurt his back. It was very obvious he was in a lot of pain, he shouldn’t have even been at work for he could barely do his job in that state. I knew I was supposed to pray for him, and was able to catch up with him just as he was leaving work to go see a doctor for his symptoms. I asked him if he believed in Jesus, to which he responded yes. However, I could discern that he did not really have a relationship Him. Nonetheless, I gave testimony about Jesus as healer and he allowed me to quickly pray for his back. As I prayed, I knew that his faith was being greatly increased. At that point, I knew he was going to be healed and could foresee that God would use this healing to allow me to witness to him more later. Today I got that chance. When he saw me at work, he excitedly yelled out to me from the far end of a hallway, “Hey man! That prayed worked!” He came to show me that his back was indeed healed. I encouraged him to read the Bible for himself to see what Jesus was all about, instead of just letting a bunch of religious garbage pollute his mind. He agreed to that. Amen! It was definitely worth being at work, even on my birthday, to learn that someone I had previously prayed for had been healed! It was like a b-day gift.

Later, I was not feeling too well because I was so tired. I had worn myself out working this contract, how I thank God that today was the last! The computers I had to set up where being stored in another building on the grounds so I had a lot of extra work just moving them to where they needed to be. I headed down into the basement of the building to pull them up, when this interesting day-dream like thought arrested my attention…

I though about celebrating my birthday with this woman, Brigette, whom I previously met a few weeks ago. Although we only briefly met in an airport, I really liked her and wished I could have gotten to know her better. To be spending my time with someone such as her would certainly have been a much more ideal birthday than to be stuck working today! My mind curiously wandered on about Brigette. It had been nearly 3 months since we met, and I couldn’t stop thinking about her. No other girl had ever captivated this much of my interest, not even close.

Feeling light-headed and hungry, I sat down to reflect on my day and to take a break. I could have easily fallen asleep down in that basement and even considered taking a nap right there, but I also wanted to get this job over with – no way would I be coming back to work again tomorrow! So pushing onward I began loading my cart with ‘stupid computers’.

Then suddenly, I had this overwhelming impression in my spirit… ‘Today is Brigette’s Birthday!!’

I quickly reminded myself that, “today is MY birthday NOT hers!” hmm “…what, was I crazy??” Nonetheless, the thought was so real is seemed that it must be true. What if it was. How amazing would it be to share the same birthday as this dream girl who so impressed me. So I began to pray that, if in fact it actually was her b-day, she would have an extremely enjoyable one and that she would be kept safe if she went out to party. In that moment of prayer, I had a vision!

In the vision, I found myself at her birthday party which was being held outside in a park. In the vision I held a small gift behind me as I waited for the right time to walk up and present myself along with the gift, then when I eventually did she warmly greeted me with a hug. Wow. Strange. Lovely.

What interesting event in the middle of an otherwise dull workday! No matter how crazy it seemed, it was certainly welcome. As I plowed on through quite a challenging workday I found myself wanting that lovely vision become true!

Later in the day my work took me over to another facility where I began to have a much better day!
Upon arrival, I was catered to by all the friendly staff and the administrator had lunch brought to me. Then I was totally caught by surprise when an entourage of nurses came around the corner singing to me in harmony… I blushed. Thanks to my new friend Flavia, word had gotten out! After that, I got sung the birthday song everywhere I went throughout the rest of my day and felt exceptionally important when friendly strangers saluted me all over the building with “Happy Birthday, Brent!”.

When I got home, I laid down to take a nap before going out. My thoughts turned back to wondering about that vision I had… what about Brigette’s birthday.. was she having a good one? I really hoped so.. but wait… was it even really her birthday!? I jumped up and went to the computer, I had to see about this girl. Thank God for Facebook. With a quick search, I got a reality check…no…

I was not crazy! We indeed do share the same Birthday! AMAZING

Wish I could give her a birthday present today or just let her know I was thinking about her!

In the evening after waking from my nap Leonard took me out to eat at a nice Italian restaurant. We had a good time talking about our work together and our future. There was prophetic insight to be had from the meal. We were each given large menus, and I was also handed a smaller menu which had dinner specials. I quickly observed that this smaller menu offered us a much better deal. It included double portions at the same price the larger menus listed for only a single entrée. It was easy to agree that using this smaller menu was the way to go! I felt God was reassuring me that both of us will enjoy a double portion blessing for working together in Kingdom Business. I also thought of the larger menu as the broad way which leads to destruction, and the smaller one as following Wisdom along the narrow path to Life.

I came home and wrote here all about my day, hopefully it was a good read for someone out there. I know it will be an interesting record of a day in the life of Brent – and on my B-day!

Now I’m gonna relax a bit while I read. Probably fall asleep after such a good meal. I’m so thankful to God that my job is over, I’ve got money for my upcoming trip to Indonesia, I’m alive and with full use of my legs, and Jesus is my best friend. I’ve got a great life!

Thank you Jesus for giving me an awesome birthday!


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internet rock star?! huh??

hello, i’m brent christian (as if that wouldn’t be obvious)
i’m using this post as the oppourtunity, of which it certianly is, to clear up any confusion or delusions that you (the web community) or me-myself-and-I may have ever had or currently have concerning this matter.

I am NOT an internet rockstar.

Everybody, that knows, knows ben brown is the real ‘internet rockstar’!!

Although… I do have a history with both worlds…

as a geek >> internet

-or- (choose wisely)

as a band member >> rockstar


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Revolutionary Vision

The Vision – by Pete Greig

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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