Days are made up of time; time is made up of moments; moments are made up of minutes; minutes are made up of seconds; and so on… This has been Journey thus far. 45 days that feel like a million. Plenty of God moments, as well as flesh moments. Smiles, tears, laughter, mourning, and everything in between. Lots of revelation, and lots of freedom. It would be impossible to write down exactly what’s happening and how things are, because it changes with every moment. Some moments I feel like I am on top of the world; for example when I was outside laying under the stars last week praying God would just reveal himself to me, show me a shooting star, something. When I waited an hour and got nothing, I stood in the tall uncut grass and walked toward the tent, where I would settle in for the night. As I walked, I looked up once more. There, right in the center of the sky, was a star, twinkling as hard and bright as it possibly could. It was in that moment that the Lord spoke, “Every single one of these stars I’ve put in the sky to scream my glory, what more could I possibly give you?” Also, the night I danced wildly, to “Don’t Ever Stop” from the new Passion album, through a field just celebrating. Even moments where I sat alone strumming a guitar and song writing. Each of these were mountain top experiences, but something I have learned is: You can’t have mountains without valleys, just like you can’t have joy without pain. I remind myself often, joy is not the opposite of sorrow, but the fulfillment of sorrow. “There may be pain in the night, but joy comes in the morning.” Encounters in the valley certainly haven’t been fun, but have absolutely been necessary. Words that have been spoken haven’t always been kind, having African children climbing all over you and pulling your hair isn’t always sunshine and rainbows, being with the same 21 people all day every day isn’t always the greatest thing ever, but each of these moments have radically transformed me. I do not want to underestimate the work God is doing, because it is extraordinary. He is using our team to do a great work and moving in and through each and every person daily. Over 50 people have received salvation, sick have been healed, seeds have been planted; the harvest here is plentiful.
I want to wrap up by sharing a story. Truly, I believe God is the greatest story-teller of all time. The one thing story tellers continuously do, is instill hope in their audience, again and again. This is a story God wrote, a story God planned from the beginning. This story revolves around a red swing set. An old rusty red swing outside at the place we camped.
I know, strange.
As I sat swinging back and forth, I remembered the moments I had on a swing set as a child, and my ridiculous (maybe not so ridiculous) fascination with flying. When I was younger, I would swing, get really high, and then let go. Often times this would mean I fell off and got hurt, but as a child I believed that if I let go, I would fly. I quickly learned that was not the case; reality set in with a hard painful punch in the face.
C.S. Lewis once said, “We are not living in a world where all roads are radii of a circle, and where all, if followed long enough, will therefore draw gradually nearer and finally meet at the center: rather in a world where every road, after a few miles, forks into two, and each of those into two again, and at each fork one must make a decision. I do not think that all who go on the wrong roads perish, but I do think there rescue consist of being put back on the right road. A sum can be put right, but only by going back, finding the error, and working it afresh from there; never simply by just going on.”
This is what God is doing in my life. He is taking me back to the red swing set. The reckless abandon. The child-like faith. The FREEDOM. God knew that if I was ever going to get put back on the right road, we would have to travel back to where the error occurred; in my life it was my childhood. He is taking me back and we are working the problem afresh. Back to the beginning when I thought I could fly, but this time, He is my “wings.” This time I don’t fall because I’m not trusting in a red swing set, but rather in a Father whose love never runs out. It never fails. It’s constant. Christ didn’t set me free so I could swing on a red swing set, but so when I got really high, I could let go, jump off, and fly. So I could run and not grow weary; walk and not be faint.
“It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Take your stand! Never again let anyone put a harness of slavery on you.” Galatians 5:1.
- Jordan M.