We all felt the hurt during that season. It impacted the whole body, and it required the whole body to heal. In a Gospel Movement, God uses the body of Christ heals itself; just as in a physical body. Living in a Gospel Movement, you’re certain to hurt. It’s a sign of health.
What Jesus prays, God answers through a willing people. They were willing. They stepped into the unity of the Spirit that didn’t start with them (Ephesians 4:3). For unity is as eternal as God Himself.
It didn't matter what youth group we were from, we all danced like David . . . with all our might. We experienced what’s promised in Psalm 133, and it provoked a might response. It might sound cliché, but that night – in the middle of pretty much a mosh pit - I took off my shoes. They say there's a generation up for grabs, but what if ...
I’ve been thinking about what captured my heart for the whole church unity thing. I go back to two defining moments. I think the first one happened like this ... in the churchiest of church vans.
In a tearful phone call, a DHS staff member shared the news, "no presents this year." Little did they know, our God already had a plan in the works. . . .
Growing up in a Gospel Movement, my eyes are captured by a larger story. . . It makes you wonder, what is the Spirit of God saying to the Church in our community today? Our Great God, the Divine Communicator, is still alive and well. Could He have specific things to say to the Church of a whole valley - our valley? And could His unified people hear the same message and respond together? Read my favorite story to find out for yourself!
"I want green!" - "Can I have a blue one?" - "My sister likes pink." - "Yelloooow!!" - "Uhh… can I have another?" The little boy pointed his pudgy finger toward the balloon fading into the clouds. "I lost mine." He tried to suppress a sheepish grin. . . . In a Gospel Movement, the many colors of God, in all His countless aspects, are made known through the Church. . . When we work together, we see a more vibrant color palette and a clearer witness of Jesus.
I used to hide during introductions. I’d linger at the name-tag table, or visit the restroom, in a well-timed attempt to escape the microphone as it passed from pastor to pastor. Subtle, but hiding. Every month my side hugged the info table; but the viewpoint I found there, I'd trade for nothing. I saw a genuine, “I know you, I like you, I’m for you” friendship.
Gospel Movement | The whole church taking the whole gospel to the whole city. I grew up in a gospel movement. I'm beginning to see the miracle of it. It’s a movement of God’s heart that people have prayed and labored toward for decades. It started well before I came on the scene. I grew up where it was a joy. . .