From the Muck to the Mighty; My Journey with Jesus

I never thought that this would be one of my favorite pics from the Philly mission trip, but it's one that I will treasure. Years ago, when I started learning about the Holy Spirit, deliverance, the prophetic and other supernatural aspects of ministry; I thought it was about getting another great word from the Lord or creating another testimony.  I thought it was about getting a word from God so you could share it with others. I thought it was about getting a word from the minister during the altar call so I’d know which direction the Lord wanted me to go.  I thought that ministering was testimony after testimony of how the Lord was healing and setting people free.  What I didn't realize years ago, that I do now, is that ministry is a constant communication with the Lord. It's our friendship and relationship with our Father, Jesus and the Holy Spirit. It's our prayer, it's our surrender, it's our loyalty, it's our obedience and it's our sold out nature f...

  The sky was hazy, dusty and brown. I could taste the dust in my mouth and feel the grit in my nose, as if I’d been out there wandering for days. There was noise all around me. Screams, destruction, the sounds of lives, families and buildings all falling apart.  I looked down at my shoes and it was like I was wearing dusty beaten armor. There was a heavy sword in my right hand, but my arm was weary from carrying it, my shoulder felt sore. I couldn’t lift it. I drug it along side me as I walked.  There wasn’t much to see, there was so much haze from the dust, it was like a field of destruction. Like a bomb went off in a city, and there was nothing left of the world to hold onto.  I came upon another person crouched down and hiding. They were shaking, almost paralyzed. I saw the same sword laying next to them, shiny and brand new. The same armor was a few feet away in a box untouched. I felt the atmosphere change and this ominous feeling of dread, like prey being hunt...