God Told Me To Burn My Planner

Two weeks ago, I ran out of the assembly phone-in-hand and called my father.

"DAD!"

"What?"

"RHEMA isn't a two year thing anymore."

"What?"

"They revamped the courses and now, I have to be here three years to participate in Supportive Ministries. And, I can get a degree if I stay for four years."

"Cool, then do what you got to do"

"Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad, I wasn't SUPPOSED to be HERE that long!"

I ended my conversation with him in a frenzy. I had to run to my next class, even though I would sit there thinking and planning my life instead of paying attention.

My head went off.....  
          this wasn't the plan
                 this wasn't the plan.... THIS WASNNNN'T THE PLANNNNNN!

or was it. Maybe God has something in store that I'm not yet aware of.

 Two weeks later, after much prayer and coming to terms with my emotions I have decided to be a RHEMA Bible Training College student for another 3 years with a different ministerial focus every year;

2013 Missions
2014 Supportive Ministries
2015......Pastorals. (HAHA! God is too funny!)

My Dear Orange

I saw you dangling from a branch of the Tree today.

I wanted to pick you and make you mine.

But you aren't ripe enough to pick.

So I grabbed a chair and sat under the shade of the Tree where I knew you would have to stay.

Until you were ready for me. 

But it's hard staring at you everyday watching you turn into the product you are destined to be one day.

So I'll sit here and wait until the Tree releases you.

I'm waiting. 

 

Many, Some, All

There have been many at my door.
Many.
They come bearing gifts.
Dressed in expensive clothes.
Promising a good time.

There are some I let in.
Some.
I take the gifts.
admire the attire.
laugh at the wit.

But they all must exit.
All.
Though the presents, nice.
the fashion, current.
and conversation, fascinating.

Because they are not YOU. 

The One About The Fire.

I stared at the tiny flame flickering a foot in front of me. I took my finger and placed it close to the flame. I kept my finger there as long as it could bear, then pulled it away. As I held the candle between my knees I sat on the pew in my little black dress in a church packed full of "Christmas christians" I listened and played with the fire. He began to pray. He prayed for revelation in the folks to see the true meaning of the holiday. THEN, he began to pray for the nations.

With my eyes fixed on the flame the image blurred up. My right eye filled with tears.

...........HAITI.

Around this time last year I was dancing around the house baking cookies with the orphans at the orphanage and making paper decorations for the facility.

My heart yearned. ached. longed.

HAITI!

I wanted to jump on a plane and hug all those children.

I stopped listening to him praying, and began to pray in the Spirit. My eye gradually overflowed with water to the point of dripping down my cheek.

I wiped the tear, sniffed my nose and focused on the flame. I remembered why, why I was here. I firmly, gripped the candle . I am here to groom that flame, to refine my passion and flicker with radiating heat just like the flame in my hand.

I'm an Arm, What Are You?

Now you are the body of Christ, and each one of you is a part of it.

- 1 Corinthians 12: 27 

This scripture is the reason why I am where I am right now (in Bible School). I am part of the body of Christ and there is a purpose for my life. I'm here to be filled, to overflow with the Spirit of God and produce a supply that will, one day, be in demand somewhere out there. 

"Corpus Christi"

Latin for: Body of Christ

The Tase of Burnt Tongues

A group of about 35 students had gathered in the house to eat and fellowship, before digging into the chips, pizzas and bean surprise one woman, the hostess, spoke:

"I graduated from RHEMA years ago and I've seen graduates come and go. There are those that say miracles, signs and wonders are in the past, 'those were for back then', but I tell you, this year is different. Please don't think I say that every year, I don't. Yet, I can sense, I can see a difference in this year already, I know it...let's pray.

The air was suddenly FILLED with the sound of supernatural prayers; tongues. 

Some reached their hands to the sky with their eyes closed.

Some fell to the floor and cried out.

Some clapped or swung their fist in the air.

Some paced.

Some stared.

Some laughed hysterically. 

Some stomped their feet against the wooden floor. 

The place was rung with the zealous prayers of the youth, in unison. 

What was intended to be a time of eating and goofing off turned into the beginning of a Holy Spirit revival.... 

A flame, undying.

I Accept Homosexuality Just As Much as Jesus Does

The college orientation emcee announced, "We will not tolerate lying, (the auditorium was silent) or cheating (more silence). We will not approve of cohabitation (a few "Amen"s) and we will not allow homosexuality." Within the same moment the auditorium, filled with new and old bible students, turned into a chorus of hoots, cheers and claps.

As the people sitting beside me clapped and nodded. I became mad. Furious, in fact.

I thought to myself, "I've surrounding myself with a bunch of judgmental, ignorant, overly righteous and narrow-minded people." It didn't appeal to me. I wanted to get up and leave. "How dare they! How dare they pin out one group of people. How rude and unloving!"


Instead, I remained seated, and, attended over a month of classes....


Today in my second period class, Spiritual Principles, my instructor lectured on the subject of spiritual maturity.

He referred to Galatians 5:19-21.

The acts of the flesh are obvious: sexual immorality,impurity and debauchery; idolatry and witchcraft; hatred, discord, jealousy, fits of rage, selfish ambition, dissensions, factions and envy; drunkenness, orgies, and the like. I warn you, as I did before, that those who live like this will not inherit the kingdom of God.

He went on to discuss; acts of the flesh are basically symptoms of someone experiencing spiritual immaturity or the lack of.

"Homosexuality...., " he began.

I tilted my head and thought to myself, "Ohhhh no, he's going to upset me....he's going to talk about how awful and outrageous it is to be gay, everyone is going to cheer and I'm going to get mad....narrowminded-people" I rested my head on my desk.

The bell rang to indicate the end of class. I lifted my head from the table. The room remained still, no one moved.

 "If you are going to get disgusted with homosexuality you need to get just as upset with adultery and fornication. It is a sin just the same, and it doesn't mean that there is demonic possession involved. Homosexuality is a lustful sin like fornication and adultery. (Romans 1:26+27)"

I clapped. I was one of a few people to clap and whispered "Thank you."

I'm not really sure if everyone in that room understood that he was saying it was wrong to esteem one sinful lifestyle as more impure than another, but I was relieved to hear someone of influence attempting to clarify where the church as to stand on the subject of sin; a sign of spiritual immaturity whether it be lying, cheating or homosexuality.

Happy Coming Out Day! Jesus loves EVERYONE! Let's all pray that we may  all be spiritually mature.