March 26, 2014 2 Comments
“The angel of the Lord came the second time and touched him and said, Arise and eat, for the journey is too great for you. So he arose and ate and drank, and went in the strength of that food forty days and nights to Horeb, the mount of God.” 1 Kings 19
“Moses told the people, Fear not; stand still (firm, confident, undismayed) and see the salvation of The LORD which He will work for you today. For the Egyptians you have seen today you shall never see again. The LORD will fight for you, and you shall hold your peace and remain at rest.” Exodus 14 AMP
There are days that it seems like both Pharaoh and Jezebel are in hot pursuit of you, negating the work, Word and Might of God Almighty in your life: those closest to you as well as those who don’t really like you, have become pall bearers helping you carry your dream to the grave-yard, confirming that it is useless to believe anymore. “Accept the dream is dead…and bury it already before it begins to stink and becomes a health hazard to everyone around”, they seem to say. We’ve all been there sometime or other, with different conclusions to our individual stories. I am there this week. God seems late, again. I need your prayers.
Still, that’s not my story today – it’s about the church across my living room, kitchen and bedroom window: remember that one? The one that ‘humos‘ (Luo word for holler’s, yell’s, wail’s, etc) the Word and Worship day and night. I had a hard night yesterday, and hardly had the energy to get up. But I did, and was making my bed, seeking solace in the soft gentle worship on the radio – Hope fm – when they began the ‘DU-DU-UDU!’ of their keyboard and a sole worshiper began to thrill heaven and irritate the earth by hollering into the mic attached to heavy speakers that should be used in a Stadium not in a residential estate…and am standing there, raw, beaten, no energy to even get a little irritated…got a mop and began to clean the house using it partly as a crutch.
Anyway, God heard me and the lights in the estate went off…glorious silence for about 45 minutes then to my joy and elation, they came back. And then, DU-DU-DUUUUUUU….DU -DU-DUUUUU the singing continued. I continued moving around the house with the mop – and it was getting clean somehow. After a while, the singing let up and the preaching began…The words sifted through my troubled thoughts and began to fight them, and somehow I was not actually mopping the house, then did the dishes, then just tamed my house. I thank God for His word through the hollering church today. Pharaoh, Jezebel and the pall bearers will be sending out their cvs today-if they can survive the battle heaven has waged against them, as they are now jobless with regard to my life. Let me not lie, I am still reeling from their wounds…but I heard The Truth, and I have hauled my cross on my shoulders, joyfully, even though am slowed by the journey to the cross, grave…but am headed towards a resurrection, an ascension and towards watching earth from the view point of Heaven. I am, after all, more than a Conqueror in Christ Jesus! Thanking God for DU-DU-DUUUUU!!!! :D.