The Battle is Real

“I think the next generation of warriors are being prepared to fight on a higher plane.”

warrior-armor-helmet-shield-sword-background-renderingThis charge I commit to you, son Timothy, according to the prophecies previously made concerning you, that by them you may wage the good warfare, having faith and a good conscience. . . 1 Tim 118,19

We have the power of heaven at our disposal if we’ll just believe and learn how to wield it. We can command demons to flee, illness to cease, darkness to dispel, curses to be broken, broken hearts to mend, the lame to walk and even the dead to rise—if we only learn to walk in that power, to fight the good fight, to keep striving for, praying for, fasting for, trusting for, the power of God that lies within us to be released, for our will to come into perfect alignment with God’s will, for all fear to vanish and all doubt to be no more.

That is where God is taking us, that is where I want to go. I want to take that sword and shield and wield it like I was born with it in my hand. I want to cleave the enemies skull and watch his minions run in terror as God’s angels rush in to rescue the children of the Lord they have left behind as they fled. I want to stand firm in the face of evil and say “No more, your day has ended, this is the day the Lord has made.” I want to speak the words of God that always find their mark, that never return back void and always accomplish that for which they were intended.

 

I want to find myself standing at the gates of heaven one day, weary from preaching the word, even that very day, still swinging the sword he has given me and feeling the sudden release of pressure as the enemy that had just been pressing against my shield is suddenly not there anymore. I want to see heaven for the first time through the visor of my battered helmet as the Lord comes and pulls it off my sweating brow and says “welcome home warrior. You have fought the good fight, and you have won.” Like I heard one of my heroes in the faith, the late 4sq Rev Jerry Cook, say one time, “When I am finished I want to have nothing left, because I am going to use it all for Jesus.”

I’m not saying work yourself to death—I am a big proponent of not working yourself to death for the church, of knowing when to say when. But the point I am making here is, if we are answering the call in the time and place, if the yoke we are bearing is indeed the one Jesus gave us, we can and should go down still swinging. We are eternal beings created to affect eternity, why would we stop just because this temporary flesh is aging?

I just want to encourage you to keep fighting the good fight. If you haven’t stared, start. If you have stopped, pick up your sword and sharpen it up. The Lord still has some battles for you to fight, and if you are a veteran of many battles, you should be leading others into the fray with you.

Paul ends his letter to Timothy the same way he started it, with an admonishment to keep fighting the good fight of faith.

11 But you, O man of God, flee these things and pursue righteousness, godliness, faith, love, patience, gentleness. 12 Fight the good fight of faith, lay hold on eternal life, to which you were also called and have confessed the good confession in the presence of many witnesses. 1 Tim 6

We lost an incredible warrior for the Kingdom this last week, Billy Graham, he fought the good fight and rescued many, many souls, but—the Reverend Billy was your grandparents warrior. I think we are entering a new and maybe more intense period of warfare, most likely the last gasp of a defeated enemy as the Lord readies to reap the harvest of the earth and put an end to his days and execute the sentence that was handed down to him the day Jesus walked out of the tomb.

I think the next generation of warriors are being prepared to fight on a higher plane. We have a generation who is hungry for spiritual things, who embrace things past generations feared and recognize that there is so much more than what we can see and touch with the flesh. Even the directions of the sciences are turning in that direction, physics and astrology—string theory, parallel universes, worm holes, black holes, dark matter, wrinkles in time—suddenly science, who had denied for years anything beyond the readily explainable, is peering into the unseen realms just beyond our grasp.

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The God of order and design who created this world of carbon and hydrogen that we live in, also created the spiritual, so chances are it is also put together in an orderly and ultimately understandable way. We, who have been given the eyes of the spirit, need to learn to operate in those spiritual places, to recognize the light and the dark aspects of that realm so as not to be seduced by the evil and live in the power of the good so that we can overcome.

The name of Jesus is more than a get out of jail free card—it is the key to eternity—an eternity that we were created for and are now given the keys to.

The Lord has waited patiently for two thousand years, not wanting to put an end to things just yet as he wants to make sure more and more souls have the chance to hear the message of the gospel and to also have a chance to make the good confession and lay ahold of eternal life. But things are spiraling out of control and The Father will not let that happen, not while Jesus is on the throne.

I believe we are on the cusp of seeing an outpouring of the Holy Spirit that will make the Azusa Street revival and the great awakening of the century before that look like warm up bands. We are being called to the front lines, being prepared to face battles ahead that we never dreamed we could ever win let alone witness. We will see the Spirit do things we only read about in the scriptures and scarcely dared believed could be literal.

We are the church, and we will be victorious, if we remember who we are and who our Lord is and why he called us for such a time as this.

For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal but mighty in God for pulling down strongholds, casting down arguments and every high thing that exalts itself against the knowledge of God, 2 Cor 10

The battle is real, but so are your weapons— hone them.

 

 

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Pack Lightly

“I just don’t have room in my heart for anger anymore.”

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whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is pleasing, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence and if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things. —Phil 4:8

Do not give place in your hearts to anger, malice, fear or perversions, the more of that you have in your hearts the less room there is for what is good, and your mouth will speak from the over flow of your heart and you will become a vessel of decay rather than a vessel of his love.

You can only be a holy vessel, a holy warrior, if you are striving to keep the bad out and the good in.

I decided a while ago that it is too much work to hold grudges, to promote boycotts and stir up anger. Even poised as righteous indignation, it just leaves me feeling yucky and unloving. I want to speak life, no one ever turned to the light because they got hit over the head with a flashlight. I just don’t have room in my heart for anger anymore.

What is your heart full of? Listen to yourself talk—that will be a good indicator. The mouth brings forth what the heart is full of.

Reminds me of the murmurings of the tribes of Israel as Moses was leading them out of Egypt, they were always muttering against Moses, against the Lord—complaining and cursing.

24 And the people murmured against Moses, Ex 15 KJV

There is only room in your heart for so much, or, maybe that is better stated, you can only carry so much and still get where you want to go.IMG_1503

Pack lightly

Back when I was younger and had good knees and my time was my own, I did a lot of backpacking in the high country—up where the trails are steep and the air is thin. One thing I learned pretty quickly is that every pound, every ounce, of weight that you put in your pack or strap to your belt must be carefully considered as to its value to your expedition. Because, after you have carried it up a mountain—or six, you will start to seriously reevaluate whether it was worth packing.

As the miles walked and the altitude gained start to multiply so does the weight, exponentially. A six pack of beer and canned chili are not wise items to pack into a mountain lake—especially with a huge sleeping bag and an oversized tent and a hangover. I know, I did it, the first time I hiked into Twin Lakes at the top of Beartooth Pass.

After a few years of backpacking experience and losing the consuming mass quantities of beer habit, I learned to pare a lot of weight off my back. I invested in a down mummy bag, a durable lightweight pup tent. I learned how to pack food that was nutritious and lightweight, replaced the beer with tea bags—everything was carefully considered—”do I need this for survival or is it just a luxury? Will this enhance the experience or is it not worth the misery of carrying it in?”

I would weigh my backpack before every trip and if it was over thirty pounds something had to go. The essentials were things that kept me dry, warm and fed and the rest was negotiable—save for my fishing pole, camera and pistol—those were essential. I always carried a pocket size bible and a journal as well because God often met me in the mountains—which became a big part of the reason for going.

But what I’m getting at here is this—we need to learn to decipher what is worth carrying in our hearts and what is not worth the grief it causes on the journey. If you are carrying around anger, jealousy, anxiety, sorrow, addictions—whatever, there is something else more important and desirable that will have to get shoved down into the bottom of the pack or left behind all together—then when you stop and open up your pack to help a fellow hiker who might have run out of bug repellant or desperately needs a drink of water, you are going to have to search around the bags of cow manure you are hauling and the person is going to say—ah, thanks but I don’t think you have what I need.

“Oh wait, here it is!” No really I’m good, the mosquitos keep me moving and I’m really not that thirsty after all. What they are really saying is—I saw all the other cow puckey you have in there—I don’t want anything that came out of the same pack that is in!

If your heart is so full of spite or anger that your first reaction to certain situations or comments from others is to go off on a tangent, no one is going to believe the love that eventually gets pulled out is genuine.

If your heart is full of lust, no one is going to trust you to be there for them as a brother or a sister, a father figure or a mentor—at least they shouldn’t, sadly they too often do, which is why seemingly good people turn out to be monsters—they packed too much of the wrong stuff into their hearts, they wanted to go somewhere good, maybe help some folks along the way, but they were bogged down with too much junk and it had to come out.

Are you tracking with me here?

45 A good man out of the good treasure of his heart brings forth good; and an evil man out of the evil treasure of his heart brings forth evil. For out of the abundance of the heart his mouth speaks. Luke 6:45IMG_1515

Whatever you are harboring in your heart is what is going to spill out of your mouth, and what spills out of your mouth is who you are. We are, in the Spirit realm and in the eyes of the world, what we speak. Seriously—we are saved by our words, “if you confess with your mouth, that Jesus Christ is Lord.” Because it is an indication of what is in your heart; “And believe with your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved.” Romans 8:9

Oust the Snakes

“Poison or not, the business end of a bull snake is not a happy place when its’ business is you.”  

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I beseech you therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, that you present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable to God, which is your reasonable service. And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, that you may prove what is that good and acceptable and perfect will of God. Romans 12:1—2

We are called to be Holy—set apart, separate from the world even while in it—Holy warriors. We cannot expect to be a light to the world if we are living in the deeds of darkness, we cannot expect to be blessed by a Holy God if we are not setting our hearts towards holiness and we cannot expect to find ourselves in the path of the Lord’s plan for us if the flesh is leading us down the path of sin.

So what’s the big deal, we’re covered by grace, we are free, what’s a little indulgence gonna hurt? I don’t know, maybe you should ask your kids.

I want to tell you a true story I hope makes the point.

Buddy the Bull Snake

This goes way back to when we were still on the Heyu—cow ranch. We had only been in the new house we had built after our honeymoon cottage burned down for a year or so, long enough for the ground under our front steps to settle and create a cavity—a perfect snake den it turns out. We had a five foot bull snake move into that cavity. Cool, no big deal, we had a Bull snake hanging around at the old Homestead house we had started in, maybe even the same one. We had named him Buddy because Donna would ask me now and then if I had seen my buddy lately.

Buddy liked to stretch out in the front yard to soak up the morning sun; this would give you quite a start if you came across him unexpectedly.  We didn’t worry about him too much because we figured he would keep the worse snakes—the rattlers— away. Just leave Buddy be, what’s one snake gonna hurt?

Well, the problem arose when our daughter Cally, was three or four years old, old enough to start roaming around outside the house some by herself. She would be outside playing and run into Buddy causing her to go into hysterics; she would then run away shrieking at the top of her lungs.  Apparently when you are only three feet tall a five foot snake is pretty scary.

Well, after hearing Cally scream bloody murder a few different times I decided Buddy had to go. So, the next time I heard Cally scream I donned my welding gloves, high boots and grabbed a rake and a five gallon bucket.  I found Buddy lying in the front yard right where Cally’s screams indicated he would be, I snagged him with the rake and dropped him into the bucket.  I quickly put the lid on the bucket and took Buddy for a walk.

I took him to the opposite corner of the forty acres our house sat on and released him in a swampy area where I figured he would find plenty to eat and have a nice life near the water.  Apparently all Buddy found there was other snakes who were looking to “have a nice life” because about a month later I heard that familiar scream again and ran out to find Cally running from a gathering of four bull snakes and the largest garter snake I had ever seen lounging around the front yard basking in the morning sun like vacationers on the beach.

Once again I put on my gloves and boots, grabbed a rake and a large cardboard box and went out to start scooping up snakes as they tried to make their way back to the den under the steps.  The only problem was the snakes were coming out of the box almost as fast as I was putting them in.  After I had scrambled enough to get three of them to stay in the box at the same time I shut the lid on the box while the remaining two disappeared under the steps.  I then threw the box of snakes into the back of my pickup and headed for the lower pasture a couple miles away down the back road, all the while I was cringing, imagining those snakes crawling into the cab with me, (I really don’t like snakes.)

Finally I got to where I planned to release them, far enough away that I knew they would not come “home”, and dumped them into the head of a large washout. One of the larger snakes decided he would rather come after me then go into the chasm, mouth open, fangs bared and hissing, so I ran back to the truck and high tailed it out of there.  Poison or not, the business end of a bull snake is not a happy place when its’ business is you.  I later dispatched the Garter snake with a shotgun and the remaining bull snake with a shovel and much dancing while he hissed and struck at me; no fun!  Snakes don’t make good “buddies”.

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What’s one snake gonna hurt? You see, the trouble started when I allowed just one little ol’ snake to hang around.  I even began to think of him as a friend.

We’ve all been there; ‘What’s one gonna hurt?’  He’ll keep the others away.  So I have a couple of bad habits, I’m a big boy, I can handle it. What’s one hit gonna hurt, what’s crude comment gonna hurt, what’s one look gonna hurt—one drunken evening. I’s no big deal, so what if I fall short in this area? I’m only human, I’ve got to have some fun right? No one will care if I sleep around, no one will care if I steal a little from my employer—no one will know.

Here’s a question to ask yourself next time you are indulging; If Jesus was standing here next to me, would I still do this?

Or—’If my kids saw me doing this would they be okay with it, or would they run away screaming?”—innocence has a much different perspective. How about this question, “Would I be okay with it if my kids started doing this themselves?”

If you are not okay with your kids doing it, why would you expect your Father in heaven to be okay with you doing it? There’s something to ponder.

Why would you not be okay with your kids doing it? Why not drink yourself silly? Why not sleep with someone who hasn’t bothered to make a marriage commitment with you? Why not cheat and steal, cuss and lie, smoke and chew? Why would you not encourage your kids to do these things? Because you know they are harmful, you know they are hard habits to break and you want better for your kids—so does the Lord.

That’s why he gave us the commandments, not to ruin our fun but to keep us safe, to keep us free—because he loves us and has something so much better for us. He doesn’t want us playing with snakes, snakes are not nice and they always invite other snakes to move in with them.

Snakes always den up with other snakes and your heart is a fine place to den up—especially if the Lord has cleaned it out for them.

“When an impure spirit comes out of a person, it goes through arid places seeking rest and does not find it. 44 Then it says, ‘I will return to the house I left.’ When it arrives, it finds the house unoccupied, swept clean and put in order. 45 Then it goes and takes with it seven other spirits more wicked than itself, and they go in and live there. And the final condition of that person is worse than the first. That is how it will be with this wicked generation.”  Mat 12:43-45

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Empty Trenches

Where is the next generation of warriors?

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“. . . what did they have for a model? Big haired makeup slathered mega church pastors on TV who fell from grace like leaves on a Minnesota Maple tree in the fall?”

“Do not say, ‘I am a youth,’
For you shall go to all to whom I send you,
And whatever I command you, you shall speak.
Do not be afraid of their faces,
For I am with you to deliver you,” says the Lord. Jeremiah 1

God said what?

The prophet Jeremiah was called, but he had to make a decision, in spite of his youth and inexperience, in spite of the unpopular messages he was being given as he preached repentance to the nation of Israel who thought themselves beyond reproach, he had to answer the call and obey his God. God did not allow excuses; “Oh gee, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize how young you werewhat, are you kidding me!? I formed you in the womb, I knew you before you even knew you existed, I set you aside for a special assignment and I had your life planned and I ordained you to speak to the nations on my behalf before you were even a twinkle in your father’s eye.’

‘So you are going to tell me you can’t handle this, that you’re too young? —I don’t think so. Here let me touch your mouth and give you the words, let me give you courage that you may go where I send you, let me give you an assurance of protection as I deliver you from your enemies and all who would seek to destroy you and your message. So please, no excuses, we have work to do.’

And, if you were to keep reading in the chapter, you would see that he started immediately. ‘Oh good, I see you brought your tools, let’s get started. Here’s your vision, here’s the words, here’s what they are going to do to you and here’s how I am going to deliver you.’

Everyone told Jeremiah he was crazy, a blasphemer, that he was not qualified, trained, from the right family—whatever. They threw him in prison, in a cistern, stocks and chains—but he never quit, and his God always delivered him and set him on the next mission. Why? Because he would do it. We don’t know how many others said no, how many others chose the cushy life of being one of the official prophets in the Kings courts who assured the king everything was hunky dory, how many broke God’s heart by choosing prestige and comfort, an office in the Temple, over obedience and purpose, but we know Jeremiah said yes Lord, I will go, and he is the one we remember. He wanted to say no, suffering is no fun, but he couldn’t because ignoring his call was worse.

Then I said, “I will not make mention of Him,
Nor speak anymore in His name.”
But His word was in my heart like a burning fire
Shut up in my bones;
I was weary of holding it back,
And I could not. Jer 20:9

Jeremiah is my hero. You can keep your mega churches, TV shows and national book tours as you hock your book with your smiling airbrushed portrait splashed across the cover, if your obedience to the Lord takes you there that’s between you and him, but I pray for a Jeremiah spirit. I choose to go where the Lord is, even if the road is hard and leads me only to a stockade or a muddy cistern, and today, the Lord has led me here to you. And he has a message for us. One first spoken through Jeremiah for Israel and now given to the Church.

10 See, I have this day set you over the nations and over the kingdoms,
To root out and to pull down,
To destroy and to throw down,
To build and to plant.” Jeremiah 1:10

Back when I first got delivered from my addictions, set free and overwhelmed by the Spirit of the Lord as he spoke to me through his word, I was filled with a sudden passion to share the good news of the freedom and joy that is available through Jesus Christ.

I was 23 years old, just a pup, far from being ready to pastor, but I soon found ways to bring the good news to those who desperately needed to hear it. I started teaching Sunday school at church for little kids. The Sunday school teacher that I was helping as I got started, soon invited me to go to the Yellowstone county jail with him and help lead Bible studies. I found that these hurting lonely men who had hit bottom in their lives were eager for the hope that they heard in the message of Christ. So I kept going, every other week for many years, under the banner of Charles Colson’s Prison Fellowship.

One day I got a call from my partner saying that he had been asked by the local Christian TV station if he would come in for an interview. He was fearful of doing it so he asked if I would. ‘Sure, why not.’ I saw it as an opportunity to spread the word about the jail ministry and get more people coming in as it was hard to fill the slots available twice a week.

My only fear was that I would be overwhelmed with phone calls from people who wanted to help after they heard how fruitful and rewarding the ministry was. I expressed this concern to the folks doing the show and they said I could give the number for the TV station during the interview and they would field the calls. Thank you. The interview went great, I still have it on VHS somewhere, and I waited to hear about all the committed Christians who were calling the station for more information about this opportunity to share the good news—not a single person called.

This was about 1989 so it was not the millennials who were slacking, it was the baby boomers, the ones who are now bemoaning the fact that the next generation is not stepping up and getting into ministry—what did they have for a model? Big haired makeup slathered mega church pastors on TV who fell from grace like leaves on a Minnesota Maple tree in the fall?

Three times a week church goers who got together for banquets to prophecy about the big revival soon to come to town? Preachers who spent more time raising funds for their next building project then they did ministering to the sick and hurting? I don’t know—I know I was seriously disappointed and surprised to discover the lack of spine in the army of Christ.

Over the next few years I began to realize that wherever I went to share the good news with my guitar and my Bible, the jail, the mission, the women’s shelter, the youth detention center, I always saw the same handful of believers who were in the trenches getting dirty. I was just a punk kid with no formal training and big dreams of one day pastoring a church, a big church full of real soldiers for Christ, but in the meantime I was just a beggar who knew where to get bread and I was going to share it with the hungry—I was called.

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Now, I am not bragging. I know I could have and should have done so much more and I know many who did, and still are, as far as reaching out to the least of these, of visiting Jesus in the hospitals, the prisons and the gutters. But life happened and there was never enough time and I never felt brave enough. And my dream of standing before thousands and equipping an army has been replaced by the plan the Lord had for me, of being here today and being your pastor, which I am very humbled and proud to be, humbled by your trust and proud of your commitment to Jesus.

He has also given me and helped me fulfill the dream He has given me of reaching the world through this ministry; through my writing both in print and on-line, right here from— “Lord why would you send me to Red Lodge? I can’t build a mega church there—right here from the top of the world, above the nations, at the gateway to Yellowstone Park.

And I am not giving up, I am not giving up on you, I am not giving up on the next generation and the one after that just being born because the kingdom depends on it and I am called to be a citizen of that kingdom, to be a soldier of that kingdom, and to equip the saints for the work of the ministry because the Kingdom is here and the world needs to know about it before it’s too late.

All I know is that the fields are ripe for the harvest and the workers are indeed few and in a blessed land of plenty there is little excuse for that. And whatever fields are not ripe need to be sowed.

We need to get back into the trenches before they are full of nothing but corpses.

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There’s the gauntlet, who’s going to pick it up?