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TESTIMONIAL: Of Things Seen, Heard, and Spoken
Of the things I have seen and heard I cannot but speak. I’m sensing a strong inclination to make a change in the daily blog post—to make one blog per month serve as a progress report testimonial. The blog is roughly five weeks old, and since I’ve focused more on approaching it as a ministry I’ve encountered some experiences that I think should be recorded as testimonial because it speak to the purpose of this blog. Where God acts, I think he should be given credit for his doing. I have lately sensed an increase in the God’s divine activity in, and around me, like a breeze beginning to stir. It’s reminiscent of when David left the ark on Obededom’s property, and all of a sudden everything of Obededom’s property began to be realigned with desirable prosperity, while the ark remained there.
This experience of which I’m thinking is now running several days, today being perhaps the most dramatic. I think I need to say this because when I first came alive to God all things were to me like a photo where the colors were bleached out, and now suddenly appeared as though someone cranked up the saturation and made all the colors rich, almost too rich—too beautiful. I thought I’d deliberately do something wrong and see what would happen. No sooner had I done so, than as it were the sun, which was just shining so brightly, now retreated behind a thick cloud. Though it was so long ago, I remember it as if it were yesterday, and made a mental note of it to serve me the rest of my life. This experience is begging to be told like when I first began to pray, and God conspicuously answered without fail my prayers, to which my response was……. “this is just a coincidence”, and I finally had to stop in my tracks and admit this is no coincidence—these things happened consistent with just according as I asked God for his help.
SHAKE HIS HANDS: But Count Your Fingers After
So this is it. If you’re going to tell falsehood, you’d better have a good memory. Several days ago a man approached me to do a project for him, but he threw out a “red herring” to influence my price to the low bid spectrum. I called around and floated the project for pricing only to discover standard pricing was about five times higher than what this man suggested. I thought to do it for him, not so much for the price as much as a favor, since I was somewhat acquainted with him. I doubled his suggested price, which was still about half what others might charge, but yet had enough margin so I wouldn’t take a loss. Whereas before he offered to pay all, or part up front, now he resisted paying 60% to cover my costs. Said he didn’t have that much available right away for a deposit. We signed a contract detailing a deposit, which he passed to me in an envelope not realizing that in that envelope, (which by the way I didn’t open until I got home) was the entire amount I had asked him for, which denied having available to pay me. I was so puzzled to see his face when I opened my door and found him standing there. He’d come to tell me that the envelope had more money in it than he had written on the contract for a deposit. As it happened I had left the envelope in the car unopened, so we went to my car and there in the car was the envelope that had all the money he told me he did not have to give me.
A LAMB IN THE THICKET
Just the day before, my wife asked me what are you doing home so early I thought you’d be gone all day. Well, just like Abraham finding a lamb in the thicket; for the most labor intensive part of the project which might have taken me several hours, I found a way to get it done in half an hour so there was nothing more to do for that day until deliveries for the next stage came. These divine favors I find are better than life.
FOR THE PATH AHEAD: The Work is the Work
This blog is not the work. The work is the work. The kingdom of God is not in word, it is in power. I’m not just here to talk about it; the power is to be demonstrated in context of the ministration of reconciliation as Jesus had done and I don’t mean the watered down version that parades around on the silver screen, or nowadays the plasma screen. As far as the prospects ahead for this blog is concern, it holds great promise. I didn’t say to myself, I’m going to do a blog. I started doing this blog before I knew I was doing it. Someone asked me to help them with their blog in terms of contributing posts. He accepted and posted several, then found he could not appreciate the “controversial” content of “HERESY”. Thereupon he uninvited me to post any more blogs. It was there I saw the potential of this vehicle as an effective means to get this message out. I told him his blogs are too safe albeit riddled with as many typos as is mine. It’s like the kind of echoes you hear bouncing off the sides of a box you’re in, and everybody is saying the same thing, and no body is going any where man does not go. I get that we as a body should be all saying the same thing, but if we are off-track and all saying the same thing where does that get us at the end of the day. No-one is doing the greater works, or even the same works Jesus did, and that’s supposed to be o.k.—just keep saying the same old safe things. He came within inches of being stoned for saying the things he said—things that we still can’t hear.
This whole exercise is God’s way of introducing me to the world of blogs which I’ve never even considered before. I’ve seen this set up before, boding great prospects, but this sense of the familiar is no invitation to apathy. You may have cornered a tiger several times before but there are always a dozen new ways for him to make you his lunch if you let your guard down. Couple of things I like about the prospects ahead. Over a month in the works it has gotten nowhere to date—not even 50 hits per day, when I’m expecting something that has the word million in the number count.
The fact is this; it is like a plane taxiing out onto the runway. On the tarmac it’s not going anywhere—that’s where this blog is…on the tarmac. That’s not where planes fly. They fly in the air. It will take off, and it’s going to fly, and so will the work—it’s made to fly. I like it because it’s perfectly impossible, as is the work to be done. I’ll like it even more when it achieves consummation.