I got beat up listening to Coach and Joe today, but not in a way that pushed me down. It was in a way that tore apathy from my eyes and roughed me up so that I could rise up, stand in all that I’ve been given, and to stop being so dang petty.
If I can remove myself from the center of the moment and allow Christ to be the center, then I can rightly perceive the whole situation. This is the parable that Jesus told about the servant who didn’t get congratulated for simply doing the job that was given to them by the Master (Luke 17:7-10). We don’t get extra credit for doing our assignment. When we look for applause or approval in prophetic ministry, we are short-changing the reward of God. We don’t get to satisfy ourselves, then have Abba reward us with a second helping. We choose who is in charge of our reward. It is either Abba or us.
The point is–it’s on YOU now. You can’t just attend and pretend. You can’t serve and perform for your spot in the Kingdom (not that you really ever could, ya know). The truth is, we are staring ourselves in the face, some of us for the first time in a long time. No more distractions (come on, seriously, get off Netflix). No more excuses (“I’m just too busy” or “I can’t find the time”). No more passing the buck and placing blame–we have to face our current reality and choose to join God in this.
The couch is now a trampoline. I’ve stopped fighting it at this point. Jumping seems to be a requirement for my four year old’s sanity. Our carpet – a cereal bowl. Yep, I find a new Cheerio every 5 minutes. Even after I’ve just vacuumed. Approximately 3.5 million flecks of glitter cover surfaces like an unwanted electric flannel blanket in the sweaty heat of summer. It’s so bad that I keep finding it on my infant’s head. We need Terminix, but for glitter removal…