Saturday, January 27, 2007
Mozambique #2--Harvest!
"Do not be weary in well doing, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up." Galatians 6.9
Why would such a verse exist? Likely, because doing good things can be hard work and has the possibility to wear us out. Why else would it exist? Because in all the trimming and carving to be done on the inside of us, the possibility of harvest reaping is ahead and even now it is here.
I've now seen with my own eyes a small girl exclaim "momma, papa, Jesus!!!" for the first time in her life---born deaf only to hear and speak what she heard. I wasn't the one God used to do the miracle, I was a bystander watching Heidi Baker be used of the Lord...Yet, I pray that even if I were to have been the one He chose, that I would still just treat it as though I was watching the Lord. Anyway, I've read her books, I've admired her ministry from afar and yet now to watch the creation of tomorrow's history take place before me...wow...I'm a bit at a loss for what to say...
The Lord in His grace allowed me to preach in another village that had never had a gospel witness, ever. It was Muslim and had rejected the gospel messenger's prior to our arrival--with rocks thrown. Yet Jesus gave me about a full day to set aside time for prayer and to seek His heart for those people. The night before I went out for a drive into the bush and sat in my truck about a few kilometers near the village. I just sat and spoke liberty and freedom over the people...I was content the next night to just go and watch the Kingdom advance and to simply hold kids in my arms and pray while it all happened...Then, from amongst a crowd of hundreds, Heidi called me forward and asked me to preach before she was even half done. Something in my soul wanted to cry, not because I was sad or afraid but just because I don't deserve stuff like this. I read the other day about the invitation Jesus gave Simon to fish for the hearts of men. When the Lord miraculously provided a huge catch of literal fish to symbolize the emerging ministry of Simon Peter and the Pentecost 3 years later, this human vessel said to Jesus, "get away from me Lord, for I am a sinful man." I know what he meant. He didn't really want Jesus to get away, it was just that the prospect of Him doing such great things through him overwhelmed him with something he couldn't fully grasp or feel like he deserved. Sometimes I tell the Lord that type of thing, too, and then HE exclaims, "Nate, PREACH! I'm with you, right? Go, preach!" And, so, at the invitation of Jesus inside His daughter Heidi, I proclaimed the Word of God, though translation was needed and though there is much needed discipleship ahead, the Lord used it as only HE can. The prayer time after my message was marvelous, and these formerly forgotten people were found in the love of Jesus Christ. Children were up at the front...yet I'm finding the idea of "altar calls" is almost silly in these village, for when HE falls on us the entire village becomes an altar-a place to meet God. Dozens desired prayer for healing, and healing came. I laid hands on a man's back only to feel such warmth come from my heart and then into my hands and then into his back, and the smile on the man's face told me he was healed and felt better. Praise God!!!
So after over a month of no running water, constant harrasment from corrupt police officers, several truck problems (in the remote area's I may add) I'm refreshed in God and am no longer wanting to remain weary, for a moment, in His harvest field. It's a new year, not just on the calender but in the heavenly realms it's a new season with His stuff getting poured out on anyone who says "Yes!" Let's say yes and allow Him to bring His harvest about. It's happening, the Kingdom is coming, and on the other side of the Jordan nothing we leave behind us will be regretted. Let's go!
in Him
Nate
Why would such a verse exist? Likely, because doing good things can be hard work and has the possibility to wear us out. Why else would it exist? Because in all the trimming and carving to be done on the inside of us, the possibility of harvest reaping is ahead and even now it is here.
I've now seen with my own eyes a small girl exclaim "momma, papa, Jesus!!!" for the first time in her life---born deaf only to hear and speak what she heard. I wasn't the one God used to do the miracle, I was a bystander watching Heidi Baker be used of the Lord...Yet, I pray that even if I were to have been the one He chose, that I would still just treat it as though I was watching the Lord. Anyway, I've read her books, I've admired her ministry from afar and yet now to watch the creation of tomorrow's history take place before me...wow...I'm a bit at a loss for what to say...
The Lord in His grace allowed me to preach in another village that had never had a gospel witness, ever. It was Muslim and had rejected the gospel messenger's prior to our arrival--with rocks thrown. Yet Jesus gave me about a full day to set aside time for prayer and to seek His heart for those people. The night before I went out for a drive into the bush and sat in my truck about a few kilometers near the village. I just sat and spoke liberty and freedom over the people...I was content the next night to just go and watch the Kingdom advance and to simply hold kids in my arms and pray while it all happened...Then, from amongst a crowd of hundreds, Heidi called me forward and asked me to preach before she was even half done. Something in my soul wanted to cry, not because I was sad or afraid but just because I don't deserve stuff like this. I read the other day about the invitation Jesus gave Simon to fish for the hearts of men. When the Lord miraculously provided a huge catch of literal fish to symbolize the emerging ministry of Simon Peter and the Pentecost 3 years later, this human vessel said to Jesus, "get away from me Lord, for I am a sinful man." I know what he meant. He didn't really want Jesus to get away, it was just that the prospect of Him doing such great things through him overwhelmed him with something he couldn't fully grasp or feel like he deserved. Sometimes I tell the Lord that type of thing, too, and then HE exclaims, "Nate, PREACH! I'm with you, right? Go, preach!" And, so, at the invitation of Jesus inside His daughter Heidi, I proclaimed the Word of God, though translation was needed and though there is much needed discipleship ahead, the Lord used it as only HE can. The prayer time after my message was marvelous, and these formerly forgotten people were found in the love of Jesus Christ. Children were up at the front...yet I'm finding the idea of "altar calls" is almost silly in these village, for when HE falls on us the entire village becomes an altar-a place to meet God. Dozens desired prayer for healing, and healing came. I laid hands on a man's back only to feel such warmth come from my heart and then into my hands and then into his back, and the smile on the man's face told me he was healed and felt better. Praise God!!!
So after over a month of no running water, constant harrasment from corrupt police officers, several truck problems (in the remote area's I may add) I'm refreshed in God and am no longer wanting to remain weary, for a moment, in His harvest field. It's a new year, not just on the calender but in the heavenly realms it's a new season with His stuff getting poured out on anyone who says "Yes!" Let's say yes and allow Him to bring His harvest about. It's happening, the Kingdom is coming, and on the other side of the Jordan nothing we leave behind us will be regretted. Let's go!
in Him
Nate
Mozambique #2--Harvest!
"Do not be weary in well doing, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up." Galatians 6.9
Why would such a verse exist? Likely, because doing good things can be hard work and has the possibility to wear us out. Why else would it exist? Because in all the trimming and carving to be done on the inside of us, the possibility of harvest reaping is ahead and even now it is here.
I've now seen with my own eyes a small girl exclaim "momma, papa, Jesus!!!" for the first time in her life---born deaf only to hear and speak what she heard. I wasn't the one God used to do the miracle, I was a bystander watching Heidi Baker be used of the Lord...Yet, I pray that even if I were to have been the one He chose, that I would still just treat it as though I was watching the Lord. Anyway, I've read her books, I've admired her ministry from afar and yet now to watch the creation of tomorrow's history take place before me...wow...I'm a bit at a loss for what to say...
The Lord in His grace allowed me to preach in another village that had never had a gospel witness, ever. It was Muslim and had rejected the gospel messenger's prior to our arrival--with rocks thrown. Yet Jesus gave me about a full day to set aside time for prayer and to seek His heart for those people. The night before I went out for a drive into the bush and sat in my truck about a few kilometers near the village. I just sat and spoke liberty and freedom over the people...I was content the next night to just go and watch the Kingdom advance and to simply hold kids in my arms and pray while it all happened...Then, from amongst a crowd of hundreds, Heidi called me forward and asked me to preach before she was even half done. Something in my soul wanted to cry, not because I was sad or afraid but just because I don't deserve stuff like this. I read the other day about the invitation Jesus gave Simon to fish for the hearts of men. When the Lord miraculously provided a huge catch of literal fish to symbolize the emerging ministry of Simon Peter and the Pentecost 3 years later, this human vessel said to Jesus, "get away from me Lord, for I am a sinful man." I know what he meant. He didn't really want Jesus to get away, it was just that the prospect of Him doing such great things through him overwhelmed him with something he couldn't fully grasp or feel like he deserved. Sometimes I tell the Lord that type of thing, too, and then HE exclaims, "Nate, PREACH! I'm with you, right? Go, preach!" And, so, at the invitation of Jesus inside His daughter Heidi, I proclaimed the Word of God, though translation was needed and though there is much needed discipleship ahead, the Lord used it as only HE can. The prayer time after my message was marvelous, and these formerly forgotten people were found in the love of Jesus Christ. Children were up at the front...yet I'm finding the idea of "altar calls" is almost silly in these village, for when HE falls on us the entire village becomes an altar-a place to meet God. Dozens desired prayer for healing, and healing came. I laid hands on a man's back only to feel such warmth come from my heart and then into my hands and then into his back, and the smile on the man's face told me he was healed and felt better. Praise God!!!
So after over a month of no running water, constant harrasment from corrupt police officers, several truck problems (in the remote area's I may add) I'm refreshed in God and am no longer wanting to remain weary, for a moment, in His harvest field. It's a new year, not just on the calender but in the heavenly realms it's a new season with His stuff getting poured out on anyone who says "Yes!" Let's say yes and allow Him to bring His harvest about. It's happening, the Kingdom is coming, and on the other side of the Jordan nothing we leave behind us will be regretted. Let's go!
in Him
Nate
Why would such a verse exist? Likely, because doing good things can be hard work and has the possibility to wear us out. Why else would it exist? Because in all the trimming and carving to be done on the inside of us, the possibility of harvest reaping is ahead and even now it is here.
I've now seen with my own eyes a small girl exclaim "momma, papa, Jesus!!!" for the first time in her life---born deaf only to hear and speak what she heard. I wasn't the one God used to do the miracle, I was a bystander watching Heidi Baker be used of the Lord...Yet, I pray that even if I were to have been the one He chose, that I would still just treat it as though I was watching the Lord. Anyway, I've read her books, I've admired her ministry from afar and yet now to watch the creation of tomorrow's history take place before me...wow...I'm a bit at a loss for what to say...
The Lord in His grace allowed me to preach in another village that had never had a gospel witness, ever. It was Muslim and had rejected the gospel messenger's prior to our arrival--with rocks thrown. Yet Jesus gave me about a full day to set aside time for prayer and to seek His heart for those people. The night before I went out for a drive into the bush and sat in my truck about a few kilometers near the village. I just sat and spoke liberty and freedom over the people...I was content the next night to just go and watch the Kingdom advance and to simply hold kids in my arms and pray while it all happened...Then, from amongst a crowd of hundreds, Heidi called me forward and asked me to preach before she was even half done. Something in my soul wanted to cry, not because I was sad or afraid but just because I don't deserve stuff like this. I read the other day about the invitation Jesus gave Simon to fish for the hearts of men. When the Lord miraculously provided a huge catch of literal fish to symbolize the emerging ministry of Simon Peter and the Pentecost 3 years later, this human vessel said to Jesus, "get away from me Lord, for I am a sinful man." I know what he meant. He didn't really want Jesus to get away, it was just that the prospect of Him doing such great things through him overwhelmed him with something he couldn't fully grasp or feel like he deserved. Sometimes I tell the Lord that type of thing, too, and then HE exclaims, "Nate, PREACH! I'm with you, right? Go, preach!" And, so, at the invitation of Jesus inside His daughter Heidi, I proclaimed the Word of God, though translation was needed and though there is much needed discipleship ahead, the Lord used it as only HE can. The prayer time after my message was marvelous, and these formerly forgotten people were found in the love of Jesus Christ. Children were up at the front...yet I'm finding the idea of "altar calls" is almost silly in these village, for when HE falls on us the entire village becomes an altar-a place to meet God. Dozens desired prayer for healing, and healing came. I laid hands on a man's back only to feel such warmth come from my heart and then into my hands and then into his back, and the smile on the man's face told me he was healed and felt better. Praise God!!!
So after over a month of no running water, constant harrasment from corrupt police officers, several truck problems (in the remote area's I may add) I'm refreshed in God and am no longer wanting to remain weary, for a moment, in His harvest field. It's a new year, not just on the calender but in the heavenly realms it's a new season with His stuff getting poured out on anyone who says "Yes!" Let's say yes and allow Him to bring His harvest about. It's happening, the Kingdom is coming, and on the other side of the Jordan nothing we leave behind us will be regretted. Let's go!
in Him
Nate
Saturday, January 13, 2007
A prayer along the way
I'm not a statue to be built
With more bricks added to me
I'm just a large piece of wood
That needs to be carved
So take away the outside
Take away the layers I show
Carve me on the inside
So it's You alone I know
I'd rather be sculpted
than to be a building
I'd rather allow You take away
than to hold on to today
Lord You know
I'm not what they see
Lord You know
The worry inside of me
But Lord You are
More patient than men
How do You put up with me?
So, Father, please carve me as you wish
Father please take my ugly layers
Let the old stuff die
Father I pray I might be little to You
Father I pray that You may be big to me
Please help this outside to go
May it be You alone I show
If it is true that Christ is in me
Than allow this little one that carries You
To be taken apart, broken down, exhausted in the smoke
And shine in this carving
With outside stuff now lost
Shine I pray in this carving
And perfect this small piece of me
So take away the outside
Take away the layers I show
Carve me on the inside
So it's You alone I know
This poem is written after a week of 2 flat tires, broken down truck in the bush 6 hours away from any city, 2 broken windows, stolen clothing, deceiving manipulators and thieves, being detained hours by the police with visa problems; and frankly at times I found that I still care too much about this life, I still actually for a moment believe that earth is my home and I find that I love the things even for a second at a time. I found myself exhausted from worry and stress, I found myself in a position where had God not delivered me so quickly I could have been stuck out in the bush for a few days. And why, why did that bother me? Why was I worried? The logical explanation is that my truck is worth a lot of money. LOVE!!! Love for that possession I see!!! Oh God, let me not have a second of doubt, for I know Your hand is mighty to save!!! I've had to let go, and more so ask the Lord to help me let go. I've had a week where I feel like I lived 3 months of life. I tried to leave the country to refresh my 30 day visa, only to find at the border they wouldn't allow us back in. So, in "no man's land" where I wasn't exactly on the Tanzania side, not exactly on the Mozambique side, I wasn't able to get into either country---there was a river in front but no ferry...so after a boat ride and then a bike ride into Tanzania and paying $70 for those 2 rides that only lasted about 30 minutes (robbery! They made me pay 3 times what a national pays only because I'm white and they think I'm rich) I did allow myself to doubt the Lord and what He would do. Now, I see favor upon us and after a few phone calls I can stay in Mozambique, praise the Lord. Then once they did finally let us into Mozambique again, the altinator to the truck broke down, hours away from any city. Some village mechanics helped fix it for a decent rate, and I was able to witness to a man who knew English pretty well in the process. He begged me to stay in his city and teach the Word...you can imagine my pain in leaving (which I only did because if I stayed I'd be facing governmental problems at the moment).
After all this, the prayer just fell off my tongue, "I'm a wood carving." I began to pray, "Lord, don't build me anymore, Lord, take me down so that You can carve whatever You want." Now, I feel refreshed and a new reality faces me that I can let go of this life more and more and more than I yet know, and, as I do, He will carve all that He wants to make in me while I let go. Praise the Lord.
We were able to preach to many lately, and we have a few more weeks in this country now should God allow it. But, I'm not looking to gain anything else again. While looking to find those who are forgotten, I myself must forget all that is behind me and look ahead to the Lord and allow Him to change me along the way. So, what better than at this altar to give Him a prayer along the way? This entry is Yours my Lord, take it, have it, and if someone is reading smile upon them as we allow You to carve us while we do what we do for you. Amen.
With more bricks added to me
I'm just a large piece of wood
That needs to be carved
So take away the outside
Take away the layers I show
Carve me on the inside
So it's You alone I know
I'd rather be sculpted
than to be a building
I'd rather allow You take away
than to hold on to today
Lord You know
I'm not what they see
Lord You know
The worry inside of me
But Lord You are
More patient than men
How do You put up with me?
So, Father, please carve me as you wish
Father please take my ugly layers
Let the old stuff die
Father I pray I might be little to You
Father I pray that You may be big to me
Please help this outside to go
May it be You alone I show
If it is true that Christ is in me
Than allow this little one that carries You
To be taken apart, broken down, exhausted in the smoke
And shine in this carving
With outside stuff now lost
Shine I pray in this carving
And perfect this small piece of me
So take away the outside
Take away the layers I show
Carve me on the inside
So it's You alone I know
This poem is written after a week of 2 flat tires, broken down truck in the bush 6 hours away from any city, 2 broken windows, stolen clothing, deceiving manipulators and thieves, being detained hours by the police with visa problems; and frankly at times I found that I still care too much about this life, I still actually for a moment believe that earth is my home and I find that I love the things even for a second at a time. I found myself exhausted from worry and stress, I found myself in a position where had God not delivered me so quickly I could have been stuck out in the bush for a few days. And why, why did that bother me? Why was I worried? The logical explanation is that my truck is worth a lot of money. LOVE!!! Love for that possession I see!!! Oh God, let me not have a second of doubt, for I know Your hand is mighty to save!!! I've had to let go, and more so ask the Lord to help me let go. I've had a week where I feel like I lived 3 months of life. I tried to leave the country to refresh my 30 day visa, only to find at the border they wouldn't allow us back in. So, in "no man's land" where I wasn't exactly on the Tanzania side, not exactly on the Mozambique side, I wasn't able to get into either country---there was a river in front but no ferry...so after a boat ride and then a bike ride into Tanzania and paying $70 for those 2 rides that only lasted about 30 minutes (robbery! They made me pay 3 times what a national pays only because I'm white and they think I'm rich) I did allow myself to doubt the Lord and what He would do. Now, I see favor upon us and after a few phone calls I can stay in Mozambique, praise the Lord. Then once they did finally let us into Mozambique again, the altinator to the truck broke down, hours away from any city. Some village mechanics helped fix it for a decent rate, and I was able to witness to a man who knew English pretty well in the process. He begged me to stay in his city and teach the Word...you can imagine my pain in leaving (which I only did because if I stayed I'd be facing governmental problems at the moment).
After all this, the prayer just fell off my tongue, "I'm a wood carving." I began to pray, "Lord, don't build me anymore, Lord, take me down so that You can carve whatever You want." Now, I feel refreshed and a new reality faces me that I can let go of this life more and more and more than I yet know, and, as I do, He will carve all that He wants to make in me while I let go. Praise the Lord.
We were able to preach to many lately, and we have a few more weeks in this country now should God allow it. But, I'm not looking to gain anything else again. While looking to find those who are forgotten, I myself must forget all that is behind me and look ahead to the Lord and allow Him to change me along the way. So, what better than at this altar to give Him a prayer along the way? This entry is Yours my Lord, take it, have it, and if someone is reading smile upon them as we allow You to carve us while we do what we do for you. Amen.
