“let love and faithfulness never leave you,
bind them around your neck,
write them on the tablet of your heart.
then you will win favor and a good name
in the sight of God and man.”
“I have loved you with an everlasting love;
therefore I have continued my faithfulness to you.”
i’m convinced that when we encounter Jesus and are awakened to the reality of His supernatural love for us, we choose to live in such a way that makes much of Him.
meshed with our God-given gifts and personalities, we express Him to the world.
i see life as a story. i see moments as pieces of the bigger story. the story that God set in motion when He created us in His image. the story that isn’t over yet and doesn’t end on earth and can’t always be understood by human minds. moments that He unleashes on earth that have been stirring the heavenlies.
moments where our intercessory prayers can alter stories and where our intersections with others can alter eternity.
i’ve been telling only God stories for some time now and have kept many close to my heart and in back and forth dialogue with my Father. but i’m also convinced more than ever that telling only God stories can awaken in each of us the unique purpose God has bestowed upon us to do our part in loving one another and being faithful to follow Jesus.
a door is symbolic of entry.
is a knock required?
and when the door is opened up, what happens?
an open door is symbolic of a welcome.
come on in.
for months now, I’ve encouraged us to open our doors and welcome Jesus into our homes, cities, churches, marriages, family, and our own hearts. the first of the month. to start the month off by declaring that Jesus Christ is welcomed to come in and rest and commune and teach and guide and help us. all symbolically. with a posture to let Him reign!
the #WelcomeJesus movement continues. but with a bolder declaration. a declaration that, yes, Jesus, You are welcomed here and let me be the one that You use to welcome others.
How will America gather for Thanksgiving this year?
How did America first gather? In the fall of 1621, the Pilgrims gathered with the Massasoit Indians to celebrate the harvest. It wasn’t anything purchased from the grocery store, but what was hunted and grown and greatly prepared after much sacrifice and hard work. It was a union of what had been taught and what has been learned. It was a friendship forged.
It was the white man who had come to America. It was the white man who was accustom to celebrating the bounty called a harvest festival. It was the local Native Americans who taught the white man how to plant and grow and reap in a new world. Together they gathered. It was the local Native Americans that made room. That welcomed. Like any relationship, I can only imagine the beauty and the mess that unfolded. To share the land. To learn from each other. To be patient. To let love win despite the differences or trials.
The differences that had to be discussed.
The commonalities that connected.
The stories that were shared.
The gratitude that was given.
The praise and petitions that were prayed.
Did those that gathered at the first Thanksgiving honor Jesus? The Giver of all good things? Their Provider? Their Healer? Their Help in time of trouble?
How will America gather this year?
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What if we stood still on the first of the month and invited Jesus into our city?
What if we physically opened up our front doors and said aloud, “Jesus, You are most welcomed here?”
The purpose of this call to prayer is to simply, yet deliberately, welcome Jesus into our cities.
Onto our streets. Down the alleyways. Into the train stations.
Surrounding the hospital beds. Over the schools and universities. Into our churches and cul-de-sacs.
Throughout city hall and prison cells.
Into the broad spaces and down to the dark places.
Will you join us?
It’s not a church that’s doing this or a ministry.
It’s City-dwellers. Citizens. Children.
All who believe with faith the size of a mustard seed.
Here’s how this all began…