Today was a crazy full day, and fortunately I got enough sleep to survive it. Now it wasn’t bad, it was amazing, but it was full.
The morning started out with me rolling around for 45 minutes simply because I could sleep in. When I finally got some coffee going I started reading the Bible. I have been really ruminating over Jesus statement in the gospels, and Paul’s reiteration in 1 Corinthians that communion symbolizes “a new covenant in my [Jesus] blood.” In John chapter 6, Jesus says that his disciples are to drink his blood, and if they don’t they have no life in him.
But in Genesis, God commands man to not drink blood. I really spent time thinking over this, and praying over it. I was going to teach over the implications of a new covenant in Christ’s blood in view of the Abrahamic Covenant. I needed to fully understand the implications of what Jesus was saying here. I resolved that God would have to work it out with me through the day, as He often does stuff.
I then read through a little of Othodoxy by G.K. Chesterton. He points out how the universe has a real order to it, but enough disorder to really make any reliance on the universal order a ridiculous pursuit. He gives an illustration of how the human body has symmetry, with two arms and legs, and even a two-lobed brain. But the body does not contain symmetry in all its organs (like the heart). This has its point in that Christianity matches the sensed order of the world, but is just peculiar enough to match its idiosyncrasies. Unfortunately, I am not as eloquent as Chesterton and am not doing his point justice. I shall not bore you further with direct quotes. But all of this stuck with me.
After this, I spent some time in worship alone in my room. I hit on some songs that God really used to touch my heart. Then I was ready for my lunch appointment.
I spoke twice today, to a group of Junior High students in school where I talked about Jesus new covenant, and to a youth group on the YWAM base. There I spoke about how God wants them to orient their identity and their base of knowledge in Him. I used 1 Corinthians 2 as my passage. God has been really speaking to me through that this week. It is going to be one of my theme verses in 2009.
Later tonight they had a worship service that they do annually called “Dwell.” I attended and really felt that power of God. God was really working in me there, as He has pretty dramatically this week. It was kind of open mic, and one guy got pretty Pentacostal-ly, which I have less and less patience for. If God is real and really moving, and there can be no doubt in a place like that He is, then there is no need to hype Him up. He doesn’t need a “hype-man”. But that didn’t take away from what God was doing for me too much.
I went forward for prayer, and a guy immediately came up and prayed for me in an incredible way. I have never met him. I never will see him again. It didn’t matter. After I left, I walked past a guy I’ve never met, and he shook my hand put a hand on my shoulder and smiled, and asked me how I was doing. Chesterton came flooding back. “These are weird people,” I thought. And they are. People don’t share these experiences with strangers. People don’t put their hands on random strangers’ shoulders and smile either. But then again, that is the right kind of weirdness that the world is crying out for. We are a peculiar people, us Christians. Normal is nothing I want. I’d rather share these moments with strangers than be stoically stuck, looking cool.
Now I’m in my room for the last time. I’m leaving tomorrow. I’m thinking about my half-week, and eating Slim Jims. Since I disconnected my fire alarm (long story—it doesn’t work—I’ll reconnect tomorrow), I thought about using this kerosene lamp that sits on the little writing desk, under the faded old still life desk picture, the type that seems to be in every older Christian place of prayer. The kerosene seemed to be still good. I had to jury-rig it though (pictures below), and it never did seem to function completely well. I finally put it out, just to be on the safe side.
I’m buying an old writing desk, a faded still life picture, and a kerosene lamp soon, I’ve decided. Every Christian needs one. We are, after all, weird people.