Fight on

I pursued my enemies and overtook them. And I did not turn back until they were consumed. I shattered them, so that they were not able to rise; they fell under my feet." (Psalms 18: 37 and 38 NASB)

I was meditating on this recently and had a picture of a battle with an enemy of some kind. I fought him to a standstill and left him wounded and exhausted--but, significantly, not dead--just wounded and backed into a corner.

Like the knight in the Monty Python movie The Holy Grail who had his arms and legs hacked off but kept fighting the enemy in my mind came back. He had been pressed back but not defeated.

We need to fight on until the enemy is utterly crushed, unable to rise again but all too often we stop fighting when the enemy lets up the attack. Instead of fighting until the enemy--bet it doubt or fear or joylessness--is crushed utterly we let up when we feel a little better,

Fight on.

Burn

Every man gives his life for what he believes and every woman gives her life for what she believes. Sometimes people believe in little or nothing. One life is all we have; we live it and its gone. But...to live without belief is more terrible than dying, even more terrible than dying young."--Joan of Arc as she was being led to the stake.

We will give our lives for something--it may be for the Kingdom of God or it may be for trifles, but we will give our lives for something.

What do you burn for?

What price for your destiny?

1Now Naboth the Jezreelite had a vineyard in^(A) Jezreel, beside the palace of Ahab king of Samaria. 2And after this Ahab said to Naboth,^(B) "Give me your vineyard, that I may have it for a vegetable garden, because it is near my house, and I will give you a better vineyard for it; or, if it seems good to you, I will give you its value in money." 3But Naboth said to Ahab, "The LORD forbid^(C) that I should give you the inheritance of my fathers." (1 Kings 21:1-3)

King Ahab want Naboth to sell his land. He even offered better land in return. Naboth, however, refused because the land he held was his heritage and he valued his heritage more than property or wealth. Or perhaps his heritage was his wealth.

The question I have is--what is the price of your heritage?

To put it another way---what is the price of your destiny? What would you sell your destiny or potential for?

Let's say God gives us--as we enter this life--a bag full of potential. What would it take to cause us to surrender that potential forever? Would the promise of security through this life be enough to make you, make me, forever give up hope of reaching for our destiny? We are born into the Kingdom with a high calling in Christ Jesus. But we settle for so much less than what we could reach by the power of Christ in us.
I remember Peter Daniels, an Australian believer and billionaire once confessing he feels he has reached only the level of two out of 10, so far as reaching his potential goes. That is a challenging thought indeed. But sadly, it is likely true, few people have come anywhere close to reaching the potential we have in the Kingdom of God.

I know this, I don't want to settle anymore for mediocrity. I have a growing desire to reach for that elusive thing called potential.

But the question remains--what is the price of our potential? If we were offered bondage, with the promise of complete comfort and security, but at the price of potential, would accept bondage?

How much would we sell our dreams for?

Or is our calling something that is beyond price? I think it is--The price to pursue our God-given dreams is surely great. But, then, there is no promise of security apart from abandonment to God and His grace.

Press on in Him.

The bruised bride

In my vision I saw a highway stretching to the west, with mountains in the distance. I knew the mountains were the Rocky Mountains.

I saw a figure coming toward me, walking along the ditch. She was a bride, but her dress was torn, ripped at the knees and elsewhere. Her knees were bloody.

Her makeup was smudged, her hair messed up and her face scratched.

The sense was that this bride, this precious had been kicked out of the wedding car. And this stirred within me the compassion of Christ for his bruised and battered bride--those precious ones who have not experienced so much of His love and grace in the church as of the condemnation and wounding of the self righteous and proud.

The sad fact is many have come through church bearing wounds and unfed. They have, in their hearts and minds, lost their beauty. But they are still the bride, still beautiful to the groom.

And they will be restored.

For thus says the Lord God; Behold I, even I, will both search my sheep and seek them out. As a shepherd seeks out his flock in the day that he is among his sheep that are scattered; so will I seek out my sheep, and will deliver them out of all places where they have been scattered in the cloudy and dark day.

And I will bring them out from the people, and gather them from their countries, and will bring them to their own land, and will feed them on the mountain of Israel by the rivers, and in all the inhabited places of the country. I will feed them in a good pasture, upon the high mountains of Israel shall their fold be; there they shall lie in a good fold, and in a fat pasture shall they feed upon the mountains of Israel. (Ezekiel 34:12-14)

P.S. As Faye and I were considering our move from Manitoba to Alberta, I was extremely anxious during a scouting trip to look for a house. A realtor gave us a tour of the communities surround Calgary and I remember going through Okotoks, turning toward Black Diamond/Turner Valley, climbing a hill and then at the top of the hill, looking to the mountains, I saw the road in the vision. And my anxiety vanished.