Looking Ahead

Even though I hear faintly the music from my home, I like Paul (that's NOT saying I am like Paul [he was amazing], only that I am in a similar place in time) realise that even though I have no concerns about being called home I still have something to be, being found in.

There is so much to do and so much to be actively involved in.

I want to get every Christian who finds themself spending their last years in an elderly residence to find a place where they can be actively involved in the work of God through prayer.

We need to mobilise an army of prayer warriors who will usher in a powerful movement of the Holy Spirit so we the ones who are able to do the physicial stuff can see the Hand of God in the salvation of souls.

Are there any who want to see our Nation turn from our secularism to the One True and Living God. Is there any who want what Jesus wants? I'm sure there are multitudes who want this as I do but are uncertain as to what to do next.

If you are like most Christians are shut away within the confines of your denominations four walls and rarely if ever see anyone other than the faithful come through your front door and are concerned about the state of our Nation, lets talk.

I'm not saying I have the answers but with the collective desires of likeminded people let's see what our Jesus can and will do.

Interesting Times

Today was a day like any other. I got up, showered, dressed and got on my BMW and rode to work in the cold darkness of the early morning.
When I got to work however there was another worker who was suffering with a really sore arm and shoulder.
She had been to the Physiotherapist three times and said it is worse now than before.
So before the day was out I asked if I could pray for the injured shoulder, she agreed.
I put my hand on her shoulder blade and prayed.
Her shoulder got very warm and she told me this, and then she moved her arm around freely without pain.
God really is good.
Interesting, don't you think?

Questions, maybe's and dreams

This is a very strange world, it seems to be at our fingertips and yet it's just an illusion; not the world but the idea of closeness. I still live in the same place and I'm still the same distance away from the people I love and of my friends who are now starting to appear in other parts of the world. It's just that I can communicate a lot easier now than before. I see the injustice that is happening to others easier and almost instantly, but I still can't touch people or comfort them for where I am, but I can do bits and pieces can't I.
Life is very strange too, isn't it? The more I travel along this path the more I hunger for home; not my house my home. Things seemed to be somewhat in control when I was younger even though life was being lived fast and somewhat dangereously, but now it's slower and I'm a little more careful; I'm ready.
My dreams don't seem to have amounted to much either; things I hoped to achieve seem to have stalled. Maybe it's just that I see the enormity of the dream now that I have slowed down. Maybe I now am able to see them un-blurred like I never before, and realise it will take more time and more effort and more tears and more love and more passion and more help and more prayer and more of what I don't have to see them come to the place where I can pass them on to the next generation of people who don't have everything it takes to see them through.
Thank God for Jesus who does have what it takes to fill me with those things I need and lack.