Month: December, 2014

The Weight of Waiting

by Mike McKinniss

waiting room

by Chris Norton

I don’t like waiting rooms. They’re uncomfortable. No one wants to be there. No one knows what to say to the other waiting people, people whose paths would most likely never otherwise cross, brought together only by the need to be waiting at the same time at the same place for the same reason, and uncomfortably, may I add, because who, after all, likes waiting?  We want to get to what we’re waiting for and then move on to the next thing we’re waiting for.

We’re always waiting. We wake and wait. We wait for our coffee. We wait for the car to warm up. We wait for our lunch break. We wait for quittin’ time. We wait for our paychecks. We wait for the weekend. We wait and we wait and we wait some more. Life is one big waiting room and we’re all sitting here together—waiting.

Sometimes we wait for big things: A longed for spouse, a life-changing call, a critically needed cure. That’s when the waiting gets really uncomfortable. I mean, squirm in your seat, pace the floor, glue your eyes to the clock uncomfortable. And what do you say to someone whose watched pot just won’t boil? Heck, whose burner doesn’t even seem to be turned on? What do you say then?

Don’t lose hope. Oh, I know, this can sound so cliche. So pat. So darn trite. But it’s true. There is hope. Where there’s life, there’s always hope.

In this season of Advent, of expectant waiting, as we wait for what is coming and remember what has come, we can wait with hope, peace and, yes, even joy. As we look back and celebrate the birth of the baby King who changed everything, we can look ahead and await His second coming. When all waiting will cease. When all hope will be fulfilled. When everything will change once more.

In the meantime, how exactly can we wait with that aforementioned, seemingly elusive hope, peace and joy? I just finished reading a book in which the author laid out three seasons of time: chronos—the progression of chronological time; kairos—the right, strategic, opportune, now time; and pleroma—the fullness of time. He likened these seasons to pregnancy, labor and birth.

Notice before fulfillment comes waiting. It is, to some, the most difficult part. The expectant mother may experience uncomfortable weight gain, swelling, nausea, mood swings, back pain, and sleepless nights, but growing inside her is a promise so precious, so pure, so lovely and true, and herein lies hope swollen with joy. We await the holding of our promise, the seeing with our own eyes, but never again will we be quite so intimately involved. Never again will we hold this promise inside our being—growing, protecting, nurturing, sharing, feeling two-as-one, in such a miraculously inter-connected way.

When my promises are born I revel in holding them in my arms, looking into their eyes, smelling their sweet scents, caressing their velvety skin; yet I mourn my empty womb. I long for the fullness and flutters; I miss the intricate intimacy, the unhindered unity we share during those long nine months I’d wished would hurry up and get over with.

I learned the importance of embracing each season. The beauty of being pregnant with promise. The birth will come, but cherish the waiting. It is a season of great importance, of absolute necessity. Without proper preparation promises may be lost. We must trust the once baby King who holds the seasons in His hands, who knows all too well the trials, and triumphs, of waiting.

Rest assured: We don’t sit alone in our waiting rooms. We are with Immanuel; God is with us. We can wait with faith, confident of what we hope for, sure of what we have yet to see, knowing we are waiting with One who will never leave us, who is well acquainted with sorrows, whose glory will soon be revealed. In Him we find our ultimate fulfillment. In Him we find hope, peace and joy, yes, even in the waiting.

Leaving an Indestructible Legacy

by mandyade


That six letter word that grows on us the older we get…

Legacy has a whole lot more to do with the wind and a whole lot less to do with our bank balance. Our legacy is like the Word of God which is described as seed;
the rain comes,
the seed grows,
bears fruit
That carries more seed.
The wind comes
distributes the seed…
in far and strange places
… the cycle continues.
Just as it’s impossible to track the seed, it’s impossible to measure our legacy.

That’s because our legacy is sacred, its proliferation is far greater than human scales and control. And our seed is indestructible. Do you know that it is impossible for our seed to be destroyed? Some of us will leave legacy’s that will increase 30 times , some 60 and some 100’s of times. The increase comes not by sweating and measuring every step of progress of our lives, but by submitting to the wind of the spirit since He brings the increase and He knows where the wind blows. Your legacy must be entrusted to God’s supernatural power and not be reduced to the fumbling’s of human hands.

God always gives us dreams and promises that will outlast our earth lives, because they are not only for us to inherit, but for the next generation to inherit. Our legacy is so much bigger than us; we like those who came before us are all part of God’s big picture. We are running with our forefathers promises. They are in the cloud of witnesses desiring us to inherit and enlarge the promises that were once entrusted to them .

Do the Legacy exercise:

1. Consider: The legacy you will leave if you went to heaven now. (Take into consideration the scattering and increase of your seed through prayer and people who’s lives you have sown into.)

2. Realize: Your seeds are already sown and are not under your control anymore, they will multiply without your monitoring. Many of them are probably in their umpteenth harvest. There will be a harvest from your life!

3. No More Fear of Failure: Because the seed has already gone out! They have left your hands so that you won’t try to count and evaluate them, because if you did you would constantly be clawing for more. You aren’t called to make those judgments; God is master of the seed.

4. Simply submit: To the lover of your soul, rest and let Him do what He wants to do with your life. What wonderful knowledge that God keeps your seed and God keeps your life!

Finally we can be content. Finally we have nothing to prove and I have a feeling that from this place of great contentment and gratitude we may be ready to leave our greatest legacy ever!

These were all commended for their faith, yet none of them received what had been promised,since God had planned something better for us so that only together with us would they be made perfect.‘ Hebrews 11:39-40

By His Stripes I Was Healed

by Rob Dunne

mri“…who Himself bore our sins in His own body on the tree, that we, having died to sins, might live for righteousness–by whose stripes you were healed.” 1 Peter 2:24

“Put these in your ears,” she said. “You’re going to need them. It gets loud in there.” Dutifully, I rolled the foam earplugs between my fingers and slid them into my ear canals. I lay down on the table and placed my head in a cage. Pillows buffeted my head on either side to help me remain still.

“Are you ready?” she asked. I uttered a muffled yes as she disappeared from the room. Slowly, the table I was lying on moved into position. Suddenly, I found myself within the claustrophobic confines of the MRI tube. A voice rang out and told me that the testing was about to commence. Immediately I appreciated those earplugs as the machine belched impolitely all around me.

Less than two weeks later, the doctor called to confirm the need to see an endocrinologist. It took months before I was able to get an appointment. They were not fear filled months because the doctor did not give a sense of urgency. Sitting in the examining room with my wife Kellie, we waited for the top doc to arrive.

To my relief, the doctor had a great bedside manner. He quickly pulled up the images of the MRI on the disc I provided. “You have a chick pea sized tumor on your pituitary gland. It is not operable at the moment. However, we can give you some medicine that research shows shrinks these types of tumors. There are some side effects but I recommend you take it. In six months, you will come back and we will repeat the MRI to see where things are. We can go from there.”

Going in to the appointment, I knew that there was a tumor there. My primary care physician had already told me about it. The other thing that I knew was that God was going to intervene. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that He was going to get rid of this thing for me. Therefore, I opted not to take the medication.

Kellie and I have been on a journey of healing since the day we met. We have prayed for physical healing in countless people. It is a learning process, but we continue to see breakthrough in the area of healing. I knew it was going to hold true for me as well.

During Christmas last year, the finances came through for us to take a trip out to Charis Bible College in Colorado. Every Thursday they conduct a healing school. People from all over the world travel there to receive healing. Our trip was in March. In the interim, Kellie and I prayed and other believers laid hands on me for my healing.

The trip to Charis was amazing. We had some awesome encounters with God individually and then during prayer at healing school. I had a true peace and confidence that God healed me. I was anxious for April to come so that I could have the repeat MRI confirm what I already believed in my heart.

I returned to the specialist in May. He came in to the same examination room and called up the MRI results. “So, they don’t see the tumor any more. You did have a tumor, right?” he said as he called up the earlier MRI. I was bursting on the inside with sheer joy! In that moment, God’s love for me became all the more real. The bible’s promises became reality as I saw a tumor bow to the mighty name of Jesus.

Are you in need of a miracle today? Jesus is no respecter of persons. If He did it for me, He will do it for you.

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