10 May 2008

Now it's spreading...

I dropped a quick line in here a few days ago that a friend of mine from BCNW, Rick Randal, felt moved by the story here to go out to Charlotte himself and check out what was going on there.
Rick has a great sense of what a given situation is on the spiritual plane and so I’m very interested in his impressions.

Check out his blog here:

This also REALLY brings something to the front on my mind here. I’ve had a lot of folks either call or write to me with various reactions or impulses on this story – thanks! It helps a lot to know I’m not totally loosing it. :)

But people, if anything I’m saying here rings, let it be this: for some reason God wants this to be a story we tell together. It’s a community event. So don’t call me, post a comment here. Or...call me AND post a comment, that would be cool.  Sluss Jr, - don’t tell me you’re glued to the blog – log your own reactions to the story, here or on your own blog (but if you do that, let me know so I can link to it).

OK - ‘nother post coming but I wanted to get this one live.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You be blogging. It is unusual as the walk with God is steady by jerks. Don't stop, just go. And especially don't be afraid to make mistakes. Sometimes, at least in my case, my own ego... i.e do I really hear from God...gets in the way. Just stop it and go. Let Him decide what is and is not for Him, and His leading. Preaching to the choir I know. I am proud to know you and count you as a friend. Keep it up.

As to Re. How to include I am not certain. She will actually need to find out her ministry, whatever that may be. Support her in it, she will need that. Sometimes you will need to lay down your sword and just support her. Not sure what that means, but I went forth many times to do battle and was not the supportive husband I should have been.
And remember, some overcame lions, conquered kingdoms, defeated armies. And some lived in caves and were crucified upside down, unworthy of this world.

Neither you nor I get to chose, nor do we know what the real value in the kingdom is until we get there. At which time I suspect it may not matter as much as it appears to now.

In the clearing stood a boxer and a fighter by his trade,
who carried the reminder of every blow that cut him til he cried out in his anger and his pain
"I am leaving, I am leaving!"
But the fighter still remained...........

My prayers and blessings are with you, O warrior king.