a beautiful mess

…i fear most of us would be a fly on a wall instead of a human more alive today than we were yesterday.

or perhaps, most of our local churches would be overwhelmed with nickels for something somebody once kept on saying, but would we have αγαπη – unconditional, perfect-as-our-father-is-perfect, unrestrained, full-of-wonder, transforming and compassionate love?

i mean, really. what are the hopes and dreams of our local churches? and should we not be more careful in what we, as a body, are wishing for?

where are the great collective hopes and dreams of a people consumed by fire and left with a passion for his name? where are the great pray-ers of an age desperately needing renewed and redeemed conversation with the king of the universe – who is over and above any power* and authority?

in short. where are the other worship leaders? we have musicians and lyricists, poets and authors, preachers and teachers** – but where are the prophetic intercessors? those immediately compassionate souls lifting up one voice? the becoming-fathers leading the fatherless with groans and desires of something more?

Q/ how are you seeing this played out in your local church? or, what is your local church “struggling with” or “wishing for” – and how does it reflect the hopes and dreams of GOD? how can you/i become more a part of this prayer?

*power here is used in the more common pauline language referring to governmental/kingdom offices – places of “power.”

**obviously, i am all for the existence of these people – haha. it is both sound doctrine, and, i would say therefore, culturally relevant…i am not bashing these places of honor, just seeking to add to the spectrum.