Young man, suit & tie

Pop your collar to look smart

like all the other fools passing by.

Where are you going in such a hurry?

Rushing around as fast as they can

Blurring past as I stand….. still.

They stop just seconds before walking straight into us, the  shock of a person un-moved in the madness the life here demands.

None of it appeals to this heart.

Daily the mirage fades, falls.

This city, the prize of this nation, the apple of our eye

But I see it as bruised and rotting under that waxed, red skin.

Yet there is a love that still redeems, makes broken things whole, breathes life into dirt and when the dust settles we find our hearts….. still. Breathless, beat-less but for Your blood.

So today, Jesus I plead Your blood over my sins and the sins of my nation. It’s only by the sprinkling of Your blood that men can be clean. God end abortion and send Revival to America. Send Revival to DC.


My favorite Worship Leader

If you follow my tweets you’ve seen messages on many a sunday referencing “My favorite Worship Leader who is 16…. the D-Train”. Here’s a short clip of my buddy Zac. Hope you like it, someday he’s going to change the world.

As those who have no Hope

2.47 pm February 16h, the phone call came in.

Brothers & Sisters, we do not want you to be ignorant about those who sleep in death, so that you do not grieve like the rest of mankind, as those who have no hope. *1 Thessalonians 4.13

And it’s true, we only have to grieve on this side. My grandfather has been dying my whole life & right now, right this very minute, he can breathe. He is whole, no more fighting & no more fear of death. Death & the Grave have no hold of him, and Jesus, his friend is King.

Grandpa, you have the most beautiful smile in all of heaven. I just can’t wait to see it again. I’m so thankful for the Resurrection.

Please continue to pray for my family, for my Daddy & for my sister – both of whom lean on me for strength that I can’t give from a distance. Pray that the Holy Spirit would bring comfort to them & lend to them His strength.

The Most Beautiful Smile

Today I’m thankful for the wonders of technology. That’s saying something, because a handful of years ago I tried to forbid electronics from my home. Seriously. My sister went through quite the battle to bring her TV into the house when she moved from Arizona. We’re all thankful that phase is over.

But today I sat in a little prayer room in DC with the IHOP-KC webstream on the big screen in the corner as my friends led the prayer meeting praying for a Revival in the teens of that city. From half-way across the country I could enter into the same prayer meeting, see their faces & hear their voices & sing the choruses & cry & pray for the teens who hold my heart. And I was really thankful for that big screen, & for live webstreaming.

This afternoon I received a text message from a friend who has been ministering in South Africa. She’s been out of the country for almost 3 weeks & I have deeply felt her absence in my life. Though I can’t see her & the distance between us is still, well about 1,066 miles……exactly……. knowing that I could call or message her was a huge relief to my heart. And I was thankful for the glory of cellular telephones, & for text messaging.

Tonight I had a skype date with my Daddy. While sitting in my office I could look into his face & grieve with him. He unpluggled the computer, walked across the room & there in the bed was my sweet Grandpa. I was able to talk to him & tell him I loved him & look into his gentle face. The constant pain medicine is keeping him almost completely unresponsive, but I broke through.

It was unbelievable. I can charm my way through almost any situation but tonight was the first time I’ve charmed my way through medicated stupor. He lay still, breathing heavily. The family said he could hear but for all I could see I was pouring my heart out to a sleeping old man, until the ‘conversation’ ended,

‘Grandpa you have the most beautiful smile in the whole world’

& everyone in the room began to laugh as a gentle smile spread across his face. What a miracle, that I could share that moment with them from so far away.  And I’m really thankful for laptop computers & for skype. And really thankful for the faithfulness of the Lord & His constant kindness to us.

a can of worms

“Hey Christina, do you like to teach?”

long pause.

“yeah, I like to teach”

“What do you like to teach about?”

…………no answer.

It’s funny, finding yourself in a predicament where you can not put into words the things that you can’t stop thinking about.

“Prayer in a Brothel”

A group of friends are ministering together in South Africa right now. I’m thankful for technology & the ability to go with them in the place of prayer & stay informed on how the Lord is moving among them AS it’s happening. The last post was titled “Prayer in a Brothel” here’s some of what they have to say;

Kirk stood before the girls and told them that they have a Father who loves them, that he sees them as beautiful, and that they can call on him whenever they want and he will answer. He will get them out.

One of the policemen took Kirk inside and showed him the house. The only furniture in the dingy rooms were mattresses. One of the rooms had a welded cage door over it.

Benjamin stood nearby. Kirk pointed at the door and asked, “What is that?” Benjamin looked down and mumbled that it was a long story. Kirk stepped close and said to him, “This is a cage. You don’t cage your own people. You are a deliverer and you have to do something about this.” Benjamin’s eyes filled with tears and he nodded.

Click here to read the full article.  Lord You  see the battle of these girls. Every day. All day long. And their cries fill Your ears. How we long for you to bring Justice to the lost, the poor & the oppressed.