Flooded cities floating on dry sand

New orleans

It has been a long time since my last post so i apologize, I have been on the road numerous times since then, and in the house of prayer interceding and loving Jesus. But the present blog is about new orleans, i was there this past weekend so here it is.

I was driving over the endless bridge that takes you into the city and as i was in the vortex of frozen time my thoughts began to float. What if this bridge just collapsed, what if we were swallowed in the water beneath us. what if? what if that water was Jesus? What if the bridge of security did break, would i be ok with drowning in him?

A lot of the time we say we trust God, but we really don't. I was reading a book by shawn bolz, in the aforementioned literature lies a point so deep that it is really shallow. We say God is our strength but when job/ministry/finances go some other way than good we ask "WHERE ARE YOU GOD!!" GOd is not finite, He is not changing. He is the rock by which we all are anchored. And being such how can we make judgment upon his character? this my friends is a very grave sin. But this sin is rooted somewhere else. By not trusting Him. I summarize my point by the proceeding. God is constant-and if we trust in a constant God that never changes that trust should never have reason to change, but it does and this proves that our trust was placed elswhere, say minisrty/job/finances. So we have idolized these simple things by placing God as the second recipient of our trust. My fellows, Trust God, Hate sin, and do not be conformed to this world, or ensnared by its goals and objects of importance.

New Orleans-why, you say, because i saw this in new Orleans. And it was not just this city but it is something that is a vehement plague in the church. I am not here to blast the bride. I am here to say we have left our first love. New Orleans is a beautiful city, but beneath the beauty is a world of deceit pain and witchcraft trapping a generation. As i strolled down the french quarter, there was a beautiful catholic church (you know i love you pope, but your not Jesus) But right on the frontline of this church was psychics tarot card readers, witches and all of the sort. What a place we have come to when such an affront is met with nothing but tourists and laughs. And what a more deplorable place we have come to when we can walk by these people and never say we love them. Jesus died for the witches. And what have we died for? Cars, money, a name, and big ministries.

WE have ceased to operate out of love and in doing so have become a clanging gong in the ears of a generation far passed annoyed with ritualistic Christianity.

I tell you a generation is dieing and the blood is on the hands of the church. WAKE UP! we have to live in love. WAKE UP!! we are in a revolution of thought. a revolution in which-as the prophets have said-the face and expression of the church will change in one generation. WE are in a revolution and it will not be televised. I TELL YOU WE ARE NOT CALLED TO BE RELEVANT, WE ARE CALLED TO BE DIFFERENT AND DISTINGUISHED BY OUR LOVE. AND IF WE DO NOT LIVE IN LOVE WE ARE PAGANS WALKING IN THE DESIRES OF OUR OWN FLESH. this is my heart, and my prayer, awake with me to tend to the wounds of a dieing world.
Weeping between porch and alter
LEvi