China

Friends, Family:

This summer I am venturing-once again-to Hong Kong. For those who have known me; you know my heart bleeds for missions.

For two years I have not left the states, despite opportunities to do so with out me having to raise a dollar, solely because the lord spoke to me to sow two years into America without leaving this soil. To believe that these two years would plant a seed that I would reap later in life; to believe that God would raise up a modern Moravian mission movement.

With these two years coming to a close, my soul burns for missions more than it ever has. You never know how much you love food until you go without it. And with these hunger pangs, my heart groans to once again look out and believe in faith for the nations.

I am asking you to believe with me.

I will be gone for 5 weeks encompassing June and part of July. After which I will be returning to the states to attend college In order that I might better serve overseas. More so, in order that I will be able to get into any "closed" nation the lord leads me to. With a degree in English I will be able to get into places most missionaries are not aloud.

The purpose of this letter is to ask for your support. Financially, yes. More for you support in faith and prayer. Call it ludicrous, but I could care less if you give money or not.

I care, however, if you will believe with me; dream with me. That in this time something will break open in the lives of the kids I will be teaching; In the faculty of the schools. Believe with me that nations are shaped with words spoken and not with guns fired. Believe with me that a life wasted on Christ can raise up a thousand Daniels in the court of Babylon.

Napoleon said that "China is a sleeping giant and if she is ever awakened, the world will not be able to stop her." Will you help, in faith, to raise this sleeping giant?

Broken by grace, consumed by faith,

Levi David Ferguson

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I'm dreaming the world all over again. Again, again, again, and again. Not that anything was wrong with it the first time. but i have hope in me so big it threatens to rip my chest open. So i sit here late at night with eyes colored red; hoping that these soft whispers of a decadent whisper will have enough laugh in them to become real. I want them to be real. I want them really. Laughing with a soft hint of bitter loneliness; i write. Inked words forming the crumbling outline of this magnificent city i have all laid out in my mind. Can you see it. Come a little closer. Still no? Maybe your eyes are too innocent. People die. Slow, cruel, agonizing deaths. WE HAVE TO REMEMBER THAT. Along with the laughter, mirth and cheer. We HAVE to have that moment of silence in everyday: that moment when we know how short life is; that moment when the heaviness of hopelessness steals the breath form our lips. We have to have that moment. If not; how will we ever learnt to appreciate the moment we have now?

I'm dreaming again. and I'm bleeding the color green. Artist walk in living color. I'm searching for a canvas to spill my paint on. Are you ready? This one is big, and deep. and it will take more than everything to see it through. This is my dream. and it just might kill me...but if it does know that i died laughing; knowing how all this will end. He is coming. Coming like a lion and a jealous husband, a jealous father. And if i don't see this dream through, he will do it for me one way or another. You see, its not really my dream. its His. And He is dreaming the world all over again...

a different side of the coin

this blog isn't about poetic expression or nice allusions; it is not about the depth of my writing skill or my ability to prove myself as a word smith; it is not about the white kid typing on this keyboard ranting about whats wrong with our world and Christianity as it presently is expressed. Now that you know what it isn't about let me tell you what it is...

Tonight somebody got shot: not a bullet on tv screen: a piece of lead in somebodies face, blowing half of it off. Tonight A kid down on parramore saw some stuff no kid should have to see. Tonight some mom's mouth is stuffed with something other than food so she can give food to her children. Tonight i was thinking like i do every night; how far humanity has strayed from being human.

We-and i mean the church-preach social charity and good living, but when it comes time to put out we go cold turkey. Im not writing to church bash; im writing to bash this foul mouth lie we have accepted and continue to accept every day of our lives: this lie that says its all about us. This bastard Gospel being preached that says God(JESUS) wants us to have loads of money and a happy,great life full of carefree enjoyment, and that he will take care of the poor without us lifting a finger.

Im sick of seeing these pigs preach breakthrough, sowing, waiting, breakthrough, sowing waiting...Its all bulloux, and the church is smiling as their mouth is full of it. During this meal of fallacy and self-delusion we scoff when reality is presented and find ourselves choking on our own mucus. And laying there dieing; we wonder what happened. As our enemies gather round and say that the proof our God doesn't exist, is in our last breath. I dare to say, THAT God does not exist.

Please, before you crucify me or label me as just another preacher of hate speech, just finish reading.

I remember this sweet little parable that talks about this guy that came to Jesus and asked what he had to do to get to heaven. He proceeded to say he followed all the law and the prophets, and Jesus looked at him and told him to sell everything he had and give to the poor. He walked away and Jesus never ran after him.

I love jesus. He was never fancy with words to get the big tithers.

The God of the American eye is not Jesus as he walked. the American church is that young man, and their God didn't watch them walk away, their God ran after them and said "hey, you know what let me make this easier, thats not what i really meant. what i really meant was sell some stuff and just help out a poor guy you don't have to sell all of it."-and you know what? I cant blame them for believing in that God.

That God seems like a nice guy, wants them happy, warm and fuzzy. it's a nice thought. sadly, that God Wants them to look with pity at the poor but never requires them to eat with them. To look with pity at sinners, then meet in our pretty white walls with a beautiful steeple, and talk about how not to become like those on the outside.

But you know what?-That's not God.

And here i am. With my present dilemma. If that is not God. Where are all those people in the white walls going when they die?

You know, you might say that its ok that they missed it on a couple points. Well, i disagree. These are not just a couple points. Jesus said there were two commandments the law and the prophets were summed up in...that means two commands the whole bible is summed up in. LOVE THE LORD YOUR GOD WITH ALL YOUR HEART ALL YOUR SOUL AND MIGHT and LOVE YOUR NEIGHBOR AS YOURSELF.

I think our problem is love. And God being love...well then our problem is with God.

Let's go back to that person that had their face blown off. They were made in the image of God; the person holding that smoking gun...yeah they were to. God loves them. Do we? Do we really love? Do we really love so much that we would give our lives for the man holding that smoking gun? Even if that face that got blown off was our child, our mother, our brother or sister? If we answered no, well then we have a problem. Because jesus would and did. And he says unless we drink form the same cup as him we have no part in him. Its a hard pill to swallow. Especially when you know it will kill you...but you know that pill has Jesus written all over it.

HA it has been about a month since my last post. I dont even know if anyone is reading these anymore. However, i am about to leave to texas to preach at a youth conference. If you could keep me in prayer. Much love to everyone

move with me

God is faithful. I preached this past sunday at my church-www.worshiphouseofprayer.com-man it was sick. i spoke on the dreams, love and faith. And it had nothing to do with me, but these are things God has burned so deep in my spirit and i felt honored to be able to share about them. i will try to post a video soon. Being back in orlando has brought me to such a place of
contentment with Jesus like i ave never know. Everyday i feel his burning eyes of love over my heart. And everyday i feel like i am closer and closer to his heart. I ask that you would move with me. move in prayer. move in intercession. move with me toward the heart of God

More from me soon
much love fam
Levi

hey im back in o town-orlando and i love everyody hit me up, trecel1@yahoo.com or call my cell much love fam and patrick i miss you as well and your pirate fiend lol

update

hey im in canada been a loooooong time will try to update soon