Kisses from Katie

I’ve you’ve read this blog for long you’ve heard me reference one of my heros, Katie Davis & the blog

In short, Katie is living the life I thought I dreamed to live all through my childhood. *sigh* I pray to someday carry the bold faith of her young heart. But I digress……..

Last year she wrote a book about her journey & it carries the name of her blog, you can get your own copy of that here. I ordered it last week & it arrived today. I breathlessly opened the package & showed it to the Southern Lady, excitedly telling her of Katie’s journey. She took the book in her wrinkled, aged hands & gently turned the cover, looking long at the beautiful smiles of Katie’s 13 Ugandan children. After some minutes of drinking the image she smiled & said, “sounds like something you would do. This girl sounds a lot like you” then holding the book out in front of her & squeezing her eyes tight she prayed for several minutes for God to strengthen & bless Katie.

My heart took a couple of deep breathes. Sounds like me alright, sounds like the dreams of my heart. But God has different dreams & I want to dream with Him.

The Southern Lady is a night-watcher, but that schedule is not good for her. So! I have the joy of trying to keep her from sleeping during the day so that she can actually sleep during the night…..when I am also sleeping. Tonight in an attempt to keep her awake until my bedtime I read to her the entirety of the Sermon “Christ Crucified” by Charles Spurgeon. If you haven’t read it, go here now & do so. It’s my second read through this week, but my heart was wrung like the first, maybe more so as I watched the expressions that tore across her face through the reading. At the end she cried, lamenting America’s great need for preachers like Spurgeon.

And I cried as I told her that God is raising them up now, in the young & immature hearts of many that I am blessed to call comrade. There are great men & women of God being raised in the dessert of the House of Prayer, being made joyful in His presence, daily delighting in His word.

And we spoke of the crazy young generation He is trainging to take His kingdom with violence. Crazy young warriors like the fishermen He called friends, like Katie Davis 🙂

Even so Lord, come.



So many reasons to lose sleep

I find a different one each night. That’s probably not true actually. I circulate through a handful of reasons, but regardless….

Tonight I sit awake, alone in a dark basement with tear stained cheeks catching up on the life of one of my hero’s, a young woman I have never met and probably will not until Christ returns.

Katie Davis is a champion. She’s a hero because of her battle, one that few are willing to fight, one that she chooses everyday. Subscribe to her blog, support her financially and lend to her strength through your prayers.

the violent take it by force

In the book of Matthew we hear the voice of Jesus declare “From the days of John the Baptist until now, the kingdom of heaven suffers violence, and violent men take it by force.” Proverbs 28 says “the Righteous are as bold as lions” and history tells countless tales of those who were friends of God, the ones who lived fearlessly. Think about it, we don’t hear many stories about pansies. They would hardly move us to have faith.

Oh but John, that “burning and shining lamp”, his story stirs us. Smith Wigglesworth, Charles Whitefield, John Wesley, Mother Theresa, Jim & Elisabeth Elliott, Corrie Ten Boom, so many saints, revivalists & evangelists. They move us, their stories burn within us stirring our faith and revving our engines but I am tired of being moved and then going to sleep. I’m ready to live fearlessly, ready to do great exploits for God, ready to do… something.

It’s true that I’m a dreamer & a visionary. My tendency has been to dream big dreams while lying on my back on sunny afternoons. I’ve fought to put feet to the passion in my soul….. kind of, all the while being surrounded by a multitude, a GREAT cloud of witnesses pleading for me to LIVE and RUN, to truly count the cost of knowing Christ and to deem Him worthy of throwing off every little thing that would weigh me down.

Meet Katie Davis. She’s a dreamer, with feet. She’s also one of my modern hero’s. Somewhere around my age, Katie is a single mom living in Uganda and has adopted ten children. Rather unconventional dont’ you think? Whatever you believe about single people adopting orphans you can’t deny that ten of the abandoned have found a home. Thank you Katie for loving Jesus with all of your heart, mind, soul and strength.

Faith that moves mountains anyone? Today my buddy Richy Clark made a comment about the greatest hindrance to a harvest of souls in America is undoubtedly not the message, but the messengers. Living in a  house of prayer community leaves my experience a unique one but most of my friends consider themselves “messengers” and yet I can count on one hand how many times in the last four years I have witnessed any of them telling a stranger the gospel of Jesus Christ. Hear me, I am not being cynical. I can count on one hand how many times in the last four years that I have told a stranger the good news of SALVATION FROM THEIR SINS AND FREEDOM FROM EVERY CHAIN! I who have identified myself as missionary, messenger, friend and Nazarite. So what am I, and what are we doing?

Something is stirring inside of me and I feel like it might be faith, the kind that does something. Strange musings today, but I’m about ready to see some of the kingdom of heaven here on the earth, and with or without you I’m about to take it by force.