Sweet bread and babies with death sentences...

I want to share a few of my experiences from the last few days... Some of significance, some of ramblings.... Either are my own thought processes and both are threaded with the perspective I am trying to have: Heavenly perspective. How do I continue to have Heavenly perspective even in the menial things? Only by the grace of God...

February 11, 2011

I woke up in Washington DC to the sound of prestigious bustle outside my window ( I don’t really know if it is prestigious, it would just appear to be that way because of location. It sounds prestigious because of my lack of experience here, the exposure I have had to this city has only been through history books and movies). I start out feeling a little drowsy, but nonetheless excited to explore the city. Something about being in a new place with the reputation it has intrigues me. This  city is on the map because of so many things. One, being the White House, and another, being everything that it produces. Law and injustice are in the air.

February 12, 2011

Went to “the Gate” church tonight. After a day of hearing Jason Hershey’s journey, being blown away by the work God is doing through him to end abortion, we stood at the Supreme Court to intercede for unborn children who have an appointment with death before exiting the womb. A Silent Siege is what Jason calls this silent protest in which one places a piece of red tape across his mouth with the word “LIFE” written across it. The purpose is to be a voice for the voiceless by giving up our voices. As silent prayer is lifted to heaven, we believe that the silent cries of the innocent are being heard, and God is moving. 

“The Gate” church was a stretching experience for me. It is a congregation of radical believers in the more charismatic stream. I love the way the Holy Spirit moves through this church, and found myself enjoying the beauty of the Lord in the differences this church had to what I deem “normal” or even “Spirit filled.” Prophetic groups who gather with the freedom for anyone to share “what saith the Lord” on the microphone is bold. I respect the pastor for the approach he takes and believe it is a church that teaches the truth. 

February 13, 2011

This morning, as I sit down to eat my Mallorca sweet bread and drink my caramel macciato, I am humming “Roxanne” by the Police. Not sure why. Trying to figure out the significance when I remember that a former co-worker of mine, Roxanne, loved the sweet bread. Every time I order it, it reminds me of her. God bless Roxanne. Encounter her now.

        I feel like today is going to be a day of joy...

The lady I am sitting across the room from in Starbucks is sleeping. She is snoring kind of loudly and its a little awkward. But because she is a little older, people seem to have grace and don’t appear to be perturbed in any way. She must be lonely. I saw the same lady 2 days ago. Same sweater. Same hat. Same bags sitting beside her as she carried before. Bless her, LORD.

February 14, 2011

This morning I woke up early, upset that it was already morning. I fumbled out of bed to go to the bathroom. The first 5 minutes I spent trying to convince myself I didn’t need to be up at this point, that I could sleep a little while longer and feel ok about it. What would one hour with the Lord do, when I hadn’t even budgeted for the 3 I would really like to spend with Him? I pretty much already blew it... No, that’s ridiculous. I was going to get up and go. I sat at Starbucks, read a little, walked over to the guy’s place for worship, then to the appointment we had set to meet with Dick Simmons. I was so excited! This Father of the faith... Imparting his wisdom to us. He began to share about his faith journey. Years of service to the Lord and his hours laboring in the prayer room in intercession. Sometimes 15 hours during the day... 

What is one hour with the Lord? Everything.