Day 11 of 100. Man, 100 days seem so far away, but we are chipping into it. Pastor spoke tonight regarding an open heaven. Not to be confused with God's gimme shop being open and we just place our requests, but it is a place where heaven meets earth and is the portal to God. As I pondered this, I suddenly had the thought that although Bethel is the house of God and we are the temple of the spirit of God, it is also about being broken enough that His spirit, which resides in us, will be able to pour out of us where ever we may be. We are broken because of life and our experiences such as divorce, death of a loved one, illnesses, addictions, stress, abortion and etc. But God wants to break us. When we are broken by Him, His spirit comes forth from us and we become Bethel. What would it be like if you walked in a room and changed the atmosphere because you are Bethel? What would work be like? Would co-workers, your manager come to you and ask what must I do to be saved? Would the atmosphere in your home change? If someone rode in your car, would they enter worship because of the presence of the Lord? How about being in the grocery store and having a complete stranger be drawn to you? Would you like to go to a restaurant and pray with the server? If we allow God to break us and not be broken by life, we become ministers and we bring random people into the presence of God. Deliverance in the parking lot and salvation in the meat section is possible. Healing at Applebees and casting out devils in the laundromat. It starts at the altar of God. Lay all your disappointments, frustrations, anger, unbelief, doubts, fears, worry and anything else that prevents you from walking in the fullness of God at His feet and allow Him to burn it up. Can and will you ask Him to place a live coal on your lips? Cry out to Him as the soldier did and ask Him to help your unbelief. Father break me. I acknowledge I am not there yet. I tell you I trust you, but I take back the problem and sometimes I worry. But I want to see deliverance in my generation. I want to change the atmosphere wherever I go. It is painful Lord, but break me. Break off everything and conform me to your likeness. I give you my worship. The pretty and the ugly I give it to you.

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