Letting go of the shiny coin

In the words of the ever-so-eloquent Mathew Leforrest Ray, also know as, Mattyray, "sometimes you gotta let go, let go, to hold on..." And it is in this obvious contradiction that i find the most humbling and comforting truth. You see we are at times like a raccoon, ever washing ourselves and our food; scavenging here and there to satisfy the desire in the pit of our belly. However there are times when, in the pursuit of this satisfaction, something other worldly catches our eye. A shiny coin or object sitting in the bottom of a jar that we can barley fit our hand into. And here, our hearts jump in elation as our eyes glaze over with lust for said objects; we reach deep into that jar and grasp that coin-cool and hard-and with fist clenched tight, we attempt to pull it close to our chest. Eyes wide with adrenaline and excitement we pull: and pull and pull. Now, our hearts sink into the muck of lowliest part of our emotional dissatisfaction as our hand-currently to large to pull out of the jar-clanks against the rim again and again and again. It is here are minds enter into a frantic state, we here footsteps that are not there, see movement that fades away as quickly as they came. While we still pull unwilling to let go of the coin in the jar. We know the coin is not useful-being a raccoon of course-we cannot buy or sell with it, cannot eat it, or mold it. What is it good for then. Nothing except to satisfy our lust for the shine it contains. Up to this point our lives have been simple, sleep, eat wash, live in peace and contentment, but now, these lives are filled with fear, anger and confusion. Here, at this precise point a whisper enters our mind. "let go..." NO! we can not let go the coin is to shiney to beautiful to, to, to perfect. "just let go..." Why! why should we let go? We can get the coin out just keep pulling harder and harder until something happens. "just let go...let go to hold on..." What! that makes no sense, there is no logic in letting go, we have the coin we just have to keep holding on! "sometimes you gotta let go, let go to hold on." Thoughts running rampant, we see we are losing our gripp on our peace, our joy and our life; so we let go. We let go of the shiny coin; our hand sliding out free as the echo of the metal clangs against the jar. Freedom, all because we let go...

Swing, the new rain-dance

The day started slow and groggy. Sunday, my chosen sabbath, The day i break from cooperate prayer sets and just chill and love Jesus; drinking orange juice under trees made of mud-red bricks: concrete roots where I rest my feet. Seeking rest and solace in the warm asphalt, i walk outside. The clouds in the sky rolling in, darkly they grumbled about the weight they carried. To my left the i hear sounds that make my feet swing in motions i have never seen. The music catches the others outside and the rain-dance begin with the soft harmonies of swing...

The want and the order

I walked out to feel the cool wind blowing across my sweat laden face. the day was hot, but now as the sun was retiring to his bed it had grown peaceful, the cicadas stopped their song, and the birds their games. Now there was silence and stillness, except for the wind wiping my brow. The day was good; like salt to a bland routine. I stood there in silence as i listened to my heart. It was reeling to and fro, angry that i have to leave, happy that i am going, torn from the life it has now come to accept and want. My mind was calm, repeating the order again and again. We must go to HONG KONG. We must go, we must go...It's hard though when your always going alone; no stepping stones leading here or there, only a faint whisper deep in your soul that said "go." But my mind resolute, overcame my heart, and my heart knowing the order was good submitted, uttering his last words of caution and grief. The wind pushed me, so i followed his leading down the broken sidewalk, reminding me more of my broken heart. As soon as i saw it, the big red sign at the end of the street, it was like a luminous sign from God saying "STOP". So i stopped. I gazed further back as i saw glimmers of light in the field beyond the street. I laughed, The lights were fireflies. And that is when it hit me; God was taking me to the edge, pushing, pushing, pushing harder than i have ever felt; "move, march, contend for it," He said. And as i reached the end of the street in the natural to see the twilight come alive with bright flickers of hope. God was pushing me away from everything because there is something he wants me to see. I know now that there is lights dancing upon the breath of darkness as if it were a platform for them; scarring Its tongue with each flicker of beauty. I have to go to Hong Kong. I have to see the lights dancing in the fields of emptiness there. I just know there is something in those lights, something that will change me and everyone around me...

p.s.
I'm not leaving for another year, i have to go to school for a year in the states first.

A little message from Levi,

A little message from Levi,

Dear friends,

The past nine months have been an amazing journey for me in my walk with God. Thanks to your support and prayers, (especially mama Lorraine, and my mom, Michelle) I have had the opportunity to travel the country speaking on the love of God and the necessity of living a lifestyle of prayer and fasting. I have taken a deep plunge into the heart of God. Learning what it means to be an intercessor. Learning what it means to be Christ-like.

This summer, June 20^th through July 22^nd I will be traveling on the red-rider tour, also known as the summer of love tour. (www.thecauseusa.com) This is my very last road trip and it will last several weeks. At the end of such I will be returning home to Orlando.

My purpose for this letter is to kindly ask for your support, while at “the cause” base in fort-mill, I have been on a working scholarship of sorts in order to pay my rent. But as I will be traveling on the tour this will no longer be possible. This being why I am writing the current letter. I need to raise support in order to go on the tour. Aside from monetary donations, I am in deep need of many to partner with me in prayer during this time. If you would like to partner with me in prayer or financially please notify me as soon as possible, through phone or email, 407 761 7401, trecel1@yahoo.com

If writing checks please make them out to “Living Waters Church” and DO NOT put anything on the line denoted “for,” on the bottom left hand corner of the check simply include a note with my name on it with the check. You may give checks to the church directly or to my mother (Michelle Ferguson-4077617404) who will take care of everything for you.

If you would like to give by credit card, please visit my web page @ www.cryforrevolution.com, Click on the pay pal button on the right hand side and follow the instructions from there.

Thank you all for your support, prayers, and time

Taking His love to the broken,

Levi D. Ferguson

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

sticks of freedom

SO we just got back from orlando, and was it ever a trip to remember, an hour away from base the cube(our bus) decided to break down, so i had to jimmy rig it on the interstate. Oh yes i tell caution flags come in useful when section off dual radiators, lol. But it worked quite well actually. SO we get to orlandi and did the air ever smell sweet, it was good to be home again, but another car breaks down, vctorias honda, and no i coul not fix this, distributor assembly went, it was quite pricy but we got a mechanic to do it on sunday, it was good. God blew the roof off the pre-call. Fri and sat the place was wild with freedom and the revived dreams of the attendees, It was spectacular. In any case I am back on base and fellin good to rest a couple of days. I cant wait until febuary until the call orlando!!

well sorry its short but i have to revamp the website, i'll have a photo gallery up soon and some other things, like a more recent picture of me looking like a grizzly bear.

GOD bless
Levi

Dangerous terrain

SO i Just got back yesterday from a road trip mobilizing for the Call (thecall.com) It was an awesome trip and God moved powerfully in many places we spoke. WE went to Ohio Kentucky and Illinois, And in each place God just blessed us again and again. It was a good trip and next week i will be bringing a team along with 20 others to Orlando for the pre call. any way, towards the very end of our road trip, on the way back actually, Our radiator hose bursts. Now we were driving a shuddlebus, so the hose runs inside the bus and fluid spilled out onto the floor getting stuff soaked, it was one in the morning and everyone was exhausted. After fixing the hose and mopping the bus out we got a hotel. So we thought was good. However, on the way back through the mountains from Tennessee into north Carolina a semi pulls out in front of us from the shoulder, and another semi is on our left so we have no choice but to hit the one in front of us...but we dont, Last minute the semi on the left passes and Evan brown and his nascar skills evades the truck by a quick jerk into the left lane missing the truck by less than two feet. Thank you Evan your my hero lol, well I'm still alive and God Is doing awesome awesome things. I am going to try and do a news letter soon,
God bless
Levi