The Burning Bush of Covenant and Community

IT HAPPENED. Heaven came down. In a moment, it seemed, the atmosphere shifted. And the cool air of the Holy One entered in. He meant to meet with us in a way as never before in that place. Now, we were ready. Now, it was time.

Weeks of obedience. And failure. Months of endurance. And learning flexibility. Time and time being reminded and remembering, "It's all about Him."

The one night that "no one showed up," that we could rest in the Word and enjoy the fruit of faithful friends. That was the night that changed everything. Now, we'll never be the same.

You can't walk the same or talk the same or even think the same once you've tasted and seen the goodness of the Holy One. You can't go back after experiencing those shivers in your skin, that unexplainable wrenching of your gut, the fire that consumes your whole being. Why would you go back to lack once you've drank from the well of living water.

How could you not want to give everything in pursuit of Love?

Eyes have been opened and barriers torn down. The only structures left standing are the strongholds of the Lord. On a seemingly ordinary Thursday night, bible study as usual (John 13), I got to see my closest friends wrecked for the Kingdom. And by wrecked, I mean encountered. And by encountered, I just mean they got loved on. They got to see another facet of the face of Jesus and in doing so we have been drawn closer to our destinies.

Because when we know Jesus, when we sit at his feet, when we lay on his chest, when we let him touch us...wash us...we begin to know ourselves a little better, too. Who we were created to be because of Who he is. And how together we mirror His Presence by our love.

When we humble ourselves and let him be God, craziness happens.

Things we thought impossible.

Women start singing. Men prophesy. Children releasing the Spirit of their Father. How beautiful it is! Jesus says it's beautiful. He stands and he watches and he utters, "My Beloved" to ones whose response is unashamed.

This is the life we lead. Lives bowed low in service to one another. Lives given willingly in honor to our King. Because we glory in His glory. And we fight for His rule and reign. We sing for freedom.... declaring the  nonexistent as if it already is.

We do because He did first. There is no place we would rather be than in love with the Man, Jesus. Without Him there is nothing. Yet, in Him, unprecedented things.

And it's beautiful...Jesus says it is.

Suffering and Intimacy

Have you ever been hurt? Experienced physical pain and coursing blood? Have you ever had to have someone apply pressure to a gaping hole to stop the loss?

Have you ever gone through the process of what it takes for a wound to really heal? To have the restraint and trust enough to not to pick at the scab and expose what happened all over again? 

We all have scars. We all tend to want to remember them. But what happens when someone gives you a different side? What happens when after so long, new information is introduced? An eye witness comes forward and hits you with the truth that things were not as you thought they were all along. Everything you once were so sure of must meld to the new.

I guess that's how I feel about death. We think we know, until we get older and something we didn't know comes about and switches it all up. What we believe, how we feel, and why we resolve to walk out our lives a certain way as a result.

Things end. That's life. But that doesn't mean it's all over. I heard a story about how death is actually the beginning. I mean, it's not just a story, it's science really.

Bury a seed in the ground. Suffocate it. Pour water on the grave. And let the hot ass sun beat down on it. Next thing you know something is alive inside and growing. We call that something life.

Doesn't make sense, does it? I know. That's life. And as much as it can suck and hurt and punch the stuffing out of us, we love it. It's the painful things we experience that point us to the great joys. The end of one thing that allows us to have the start of the other.

And it's the struggle of giving up, of letting go...that yields to the deepest, richest, most amazing unknowns. The thing is, we must lose ourselves- our comforts and what we know- to find it.

We would do well to remember, in the hard times and the good times (because hard times are gonna come- that's a strange promise), a wise and enduring truth:

Conflict is what leads to intimacy. And that's how we overcome.

"Fire in Your Belly"

5 months. I have 5 months. To rest in what the Lord has said and what He is doing. To prepare by continuing to walk in who He has called me to be.

A friend asked me the other night if I have been calling things into being lately. Quite frankly, not as much as I should be. He challenged me on the spiritual growth that is happening in my home.

Because we both know that my being home is to walk in authority and stir that up in myself and those around me. As awkward as it feels sometimes, it is part of why I am here. For such a time as this.
Same with the bible study I go to. God has brought me back to this group for a reason. I know it because I didn’t want to go back. But Holy Spirit is stirring something up. I even felt it physically in my body last week.

Reading John 10. My stomach started radiating heat. A feeling I’ve only experienced with my ears and hands (a refining fire). Something I know is Holy Spirit working. Just before that I had been freezing. Then all of a sudden the only warm thing on my body was my belly. Like it was an oven heating up. I felt the fire in waves. And I knew it was something, I just didn’t know what. So I asked, but I was too distracted to hear. 

let it all burn away |© Taren Maroun

 After the bible study, I asked my friend and without missing a beat he explained that the Holy Spirit was trying to come against something in the group and he felt it too. He said what I felt was 'Holy Spirit fire' welling up and wanting to come out of me. He said he couldn't wait for me to start speaking it out. I told him I was scared. That’s when he called some other friends over to pray for boldness and courage to rise up in me. 

Stuff is building and there is going to be a breaking point. The spirit of religion in our group is being targeted with there being an even split of those who have grown up in the church and those who are just learning a biblical foundation. (Tonight I felt especially in understanding the difference between justification and sanctification is part of it; and understanding what it means to go from glory to glory as well).

By participating and engaging we can partner with the will of the Father and challenge it. Which means I have to speak, too. Holy Spirit is waiting on me. I know that I hear things God is saying. But sometimes I let fear of inadequacy and judgment cause me to second guess and say nothing. 

When I look back on it. I noticed a lot that I could have said. The more I discussed the night with my friend the more things clicked. Even just going back to the subject at hand in John 10: 

The first paragraph is speaking about sheep and a shepherd. Something that in context of the people it was written to was common and normal. These days, that is not the case.

I cannot say that at first glance I understand the nuances that Jesus was trying to communicate through a picture people of that day could relate to. The only sheep I see are packaged in the grocery story. And I can’t readily think of anyone who knows a shepherd. So, we have to first talk about what this picture meant to these people and then reconcile what is should mean to us in present-day for one. 
Next thing is Jesus is stressing the importance of Him being the shepherd versus hired hands and thieves. “What voice are we listening to?” 

"After he has gathered his own flock, he walks ahead of them, and they follow him because they know his voice. The won’t follow a stranger; they will run from him because they don’t know his voice." Those who heard Jesus use this illustration didn’t understand what he meant, so he explained it to them: " I tell you the truth, I am the gate for the sheep. All who came before me were thieves and robbers. But the true sheep did not listen to them."- John 10: 4-8

Am I listening to my Shepherd’s voice?

And if I am not, then who’s voice am I listening to? 

There are two alternatives: Satan’s or my own (man’s).

"The thief’s purpose is to steal and kill and destroy. My purpose is to give them a rich and satisfying life. "- John 10:11

I know the voice of the Enemy. Scary thought: he is not a stranger to me. Therefore, when I hear his voice my natural instinct isn’t to run. And there is a possibility that I will listen.

So, as much as I need to tune my ear to voice of Holy Spirit; I also want to distance myself from my enemy. I don’t desire to know him, because he means to steal from and kill and destroy me. No part of him is worth my time.

The bible teaches that once I was a slave to sin and my father was the ruler of the kingdom of the air- the Enemy. When we walk in sin, we listen to Satan’s voice. Once we submit to the saving grace of the knowledge of Jesus Christ, however, we are free. Free to forget the voice of deceit and live under the authority of One who speaks life, abundantly.

"My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me. I give them eternal life, and they will never perish. No one can snatch them away from me, for my Father has given them to me, and he is more powerful than anyone else. No one can snatch them from the Father’s hand."- John 10:27-29

John 10 also speaks to the authority that Jesus is given in life and over death. That same authority is given to us as children of God and co-heirs with Christ. My friend reminded me that we have the power and responsibility to speak things into existence.

 I have had opportunities in the past, but chose to be blind to a degree. [Forgive me Lord, help me to be obedient. To trust the fire you have placed in me.] I may not have known what to speak or how to present it exactly, but I felt fire. I like fire. I am familiar with it. And now I know what this kind means.

The prayers of my friends that night confirmed that God is doing a new work in me. One that will bring freedom . One that I was made for. One that I can’t afford to run from or hide.

I am called to great things (and it seems the next 5 years is my time to get busy). I hear and listen to the Lord’s voice. Whatever happens is His will. There is no need for me to be weary or afraid. I can walk confidently in who He says I am, because of who He says He is.

The Word says that many followed Him after what He said in John 10. They listened. And they went. May I do the same with every single day of my life.

I am grateful that God has given me like-minded souls who know the status quo won’t do. It’s onward and upward. Glory to glory! That’s the life we were destined for and it’s worth fighting for. Not the memories of before, but the hope that lies in our dreams.

I am blessed to have had my eyes opened over the past couple years of traveling the world and doing missions. Now, I am getting even more opportunity to live the life I have yearned for. I don’t need to know all the details, but I know God’s got me. What I need and desire is to walk accordingly.

Reflections: Two of Two

Barcelona, Spain                                                                                                        November 22, 2013

Jehovah Witnesses & Justice  

     Over coffee, i cried. over a discussion about what happens when loved ones died, i learned of one that i barely knew. and i was moved by a life that was lived knowing he was loved beyond the world and finally got to walk into arms wide open. Arms he'd probably only dreamed of before, are now an unimaginable reality. "Justice is alive!"... more alive than he could have ever been on this earth. Right now. He is in a Kingdom unbound by time. Emmersed is pure beauty. Illuminated by the Creator of the universe.  

Reflections:One of One

Amsterdaam, Holland ******* December 2013


August 1, 2013- I realize that before December 2011 Jesus was not Lord of my life. That's why it's so emotional for me to talk about the fear of the Lord. It hit me tonight all the things that in a moment I would let knock Jesus to #2. He was many things, but not Lord.

 Psalm 111:10; Proverbs 9:10

a value of time

October 30, 2013                                                                                     BARCELONA, SPAIN

we can never give the same moment twice. nor can we have identical experiences.  time is precious in this way.  the more i give my time to, the more my heart is shown. time implies value even when we fail to value our time.

life is busy. some like busy. some strive to be busy. others rebel (or at least they try) and busy themselves with doing nothing. however, it is easy to fill time. whether we spend it frivolously or dedicate it to a cause it makes no difference. to give it away is something else entirely. to offer my time is to take 'me' out of it. release my standards and expectations and entrust them to another. to offer my time is to communicate that I believe another outside of myself is worthy of that which I think I own. i choose to hand over control-and concern- of the very thing I can argue is rightly mine. i give it away.

i find that my time is divided between me and the things or individuals that i love. it is easy to be busy here in Barcelona, with leadership responsibilities and schedules, meeting friends and serving ministries. it is easy to do nothing outside of those times, too. such a cycle is familiar, almost comfortable to me. a greenhouse for striving . or worse ...apathy. "your time with the Lord is your bread and butter" someone wrote me other day. and the more i thought about it the more i realized how much i had been neglecting my best friend. the one i get my life from. the one i say i live my life for. not purposely, but i had traded the value of being present for being effective. Sacrificing rather than surrendering.

Jeus is the best person i can give my time to. The minutes or hours i set aside for him in a day are never spent unwisely. every moment is always worth it, because he is worthy. and he says the same of me. one minute of my eyes being firmly fixed on his is enough for him to have gone to the ends of the earth for me. (for you too.)

It is my joy to spend time with you Jesus! Nothing and no one compares to the King of eternity, because he is the lover of my soul. He is the reason I have breath in my lungs. His passion gave me life and continues to sustain me. Even if he never did another thing for me...I would still say he is worthy of all glory, honor and praise. ..so how can I not respond with what I know i can give?
time is treasure that no longer belongs to me. i give it away freely, as freely as it was given to me. i give it back. joyfully.

Our Confident Perserverance

It's been crazy, fiery fun this past week as one of our school leaders, Kat Hobin faithfully taught on the Holy Spirit for six days and lead our school in application and ministry. For me, it has been a conquered peak of what it looks and feels like to pursue God with my friends (as staff) and witnessing with joy as our wild disciples followed-baptizing each other in the Spirit, praying for spiritual gifts, and prophesying over one another. I have never seen a group of people like the one I am a part of. I have never seen a family like these 86. I have never felt a ravenous hunger like what we hold together. I have never seen so much desire for the all-consuming fire of heaven in the form of friendship with the Holy Spirit. Everyday I am even more spurred on by these ones that hear so clearly from the Lord and are fighting for their relationship with Him. Even more profoundly impacted by their want for the fullness of what this life was meant to be. I see them standing firmer on the Word that was made flesh and increasingly relying the Spirit alive within them. I think back to a post I wrote at the beginning of all this :

The God of the Bible is still the God of today.

'Week 1' of this school has proved that. The hunger and fervor that these students have run into this school honestly has rivaled our own.

"My message and preaching were not with wise and persuasive words, but with a demonstration of the Spirit's power, so that your faith migh not rest on human wisdom, but on God's power...For the kingdom of God is not a matter of talk but of power."- 1 Corinthians 2:1-2, 20

That is what the next leg of the journey looks like, walking in the belief of  the authority we have been given. So much so that is normal for us to do things "even greater than He."

Not for the sake of our reputation, but to the glory of His.

Everything in The Book is true. End of story. We can wrestle with it, sure. But any conflict between the two falls on us.

Fact. The God of the Bible is still the God of today.


"For John baptized with water, but in a few days you will be baptized with the Holy Spirit... you will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes on you; and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth....When the day of Pentecost came, they were all together in one place.Suddenly a sound like the blowing of a violent wind came from heaven and filled the whole house where they were sitting. They saw what seemd to be tongues of fire that separated and came to rest on each of them. All of them were filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in other tongues as the Spirit enabled them.- Acts 1:5,8;2:1-4

I choose to rememeber the six days we spent honoring Holy Spirit; the anticipation, excitement and the fulfilling displays of God's faithfulness and power in the pouring out of His love in such sweet and magnificant ways. Ways that were higher than anything I could have expected or imagined a month ago. And it makes me wonder ...what will God do in us next?!