"Dios nos da la visión, luego nos hace descender al valle para batirnos hasta darnos la forma de la visión, y es en el valle donde tantos de nosotros desfallecemos y cedemos. Toda visión se realizará si tenemos paciencia. ¡Piensa en el tiempo ilimitado de que dispone Dios! Nunca tiene afán. Nosotros siempre estamos frenéticamente afanados. A la luz de la gloria de la visión salimos para hacer algo, pero la visión no es real en nosotros todavía, y Dios tiene que llevarnos al valle, y hacernos pasar por los fuegos y los ríos para modelarnos a fuerza de golpes hasta que lleguemos al lugar donde puede confiarnos la verdadera realidad. Desde que tuvimos la visión, Dios ha estado trabajando modelándonos según el ideal; y una y otra vez nos escapamos de Su mano y tratamos de batirnos según nuestro propio molde.
La visión no es un castillo en el aire, sino un cuadro de lo que Dios quiere que seas. Deja que te ponga en Su rueda y te voltee como quiera; y tan cierto como Dios es Dios y tú eres tú, saldrás exactamente de acuerdo con la visión. No te desanimes durante el proceso. Si has tenido alguna vez la visión de Dios, puedes tratar tanto como quieras de sentirte satisfecho en un nivel más bajo; pero Dios nunca te lo permitirá."
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
y en español - Oswald Chambers
Oswald Chambers quote
“God gives us the vision. He takes us down us to the valley to batter us into the shape of the vision, and it is in the valley that so many of us faint and give way. Every vision will be made real if we have patience. Think of the enormous leisure of God! He is never in a hurry. We are always in such a frantic hurry. In the light of the glory of the vision we go forth to do things, but the vision is not real in us yet; and God has to take us into the valley, and put us through fires and floods to batter us into shape, until we get to the place where He can trust us with the veritable reality. Ever since we had the vision God has been at work, getting us into the shape of the ideal, and over and over again we escape from His hand and try to batter ourselves into our own shape.
The vision is not a castle in the air, but a vision of what God wants you to be. Let Him put you on His wheel and whirl you as He likes, and as sure as God is God and you are you, you will turn out exactly in accordance with the vision. Don’t lose heart in the process.”
the Vision
Five years ago Pete Greig of 24-7prayer wrote a prayer/poem/prophecy on the
walls of a prayer room in Chichester, England. Since then what has been
labelled 'The Vision' has spread like a virus, because it resonates in the
hearts of an emerging generation of Jesus followers all over the world.
So this guy comes up to me and says, "What's the vision? What's the big idea?" I open my mouth and words come out like this...
The vision?
The vision is JESUS:
obsessively, dangerously, undeniably Jesus.
The vision is an army of young people.
You see bones?
I see an army.
And they are FREE from materialism -
they laugh at 9-5 little prisons.
They could eat caviar on Monday and crusts on Tuesday. They wouldn't even notice.
They know the meaning of the Matrix,
the way the West was won.
They are mobile like the wind,
they belong to the nations,
they need no passport.
People write their addresses in pencil and wonder at their strange existence.
They are free,
yet they are slaves
of the hurting and dirty and dying.
What is the vision? The vision is holiness that hurts the eyes.
It makes children laugh and adults angry.
It gave up the game of minimum integrity long ago to reach for the stars.
It scorns the good and strains for the best.
It is dangerously pure.
Light flickers
from every secret motive,
every private conversation.
It loves people away from their suicide leaps,
their Satan games.
This is an army
that will lay down its life for the cause.
A million times a day
its soldiers choose to loose that they might one day win the great "Well done" of faithful sons and daughters.
Such heroes are as radical on Monday morning as Sunday night.
They don't need fame from names.
Instead they grin quietly upwards
and hear the crowds chanting again and again:
"COME ON!"
And this is the sound of the underground,
the whisper of history in the making,
foundations shaking,
revolutionaries dreaming once again.
Mystery is scheming in whispers,
conspiracy is breathing...
This is the sound of the underground
And the army is discipl(in)ed -
young people who beat their bodies into submission.
Every soldier would take a bullet for his comrade at arms.
The tattoo on their back boasts
"For me to live is Christ and to die is gain."
Sacrifice fuels the fire
of victory in their upward eyes.
Winners.
Martyrs.
Who can stop them? Can hormones hold them back? Can failure succeed? Can fear scare them or death kill them?
And the generation prays
like a dying man with groans beyond talking,
with warrior cries, sulphuric tears and great barrow loads of laughter!
Waiting.
Watching:
24 - 7 - 365.
Whatever it takes they will give:
Breaking the rules,
shaking mediocrity from its cosy little hide,
laying down their rights and their precious little wrongs,
laughing at labels,
fasting essentials.
The advertisers cannot mold them.
Hollywood cannot hold them.
Peer-pressure is powerless
to shake their resolve
at late night parties
before the cockerel cries.
They are incredibly cool,
dangerously attractive inside.
On the outside? They hardly care!
They wear clothes like costumes: to communicate and celebrate,
but never to hide.
Would they surrender their image or their popularity? They would lay down their very lives, swap seats with the man on death row, guilty as hell:
a throne for an electric chair.
With blood and sweat and many tears,
with sleepless nights and fruitless days,
they pray as if it all depends on God
and live as if it all depends on them.
Their DNA chooses JESUS.
(He breathes out, they breathe in.)
Their subconscious sings.
They had a blood transfusion with Jesus.
Their words make demons scream in shopping centres.
Don't you hear them coming?
Herald the weirdos!
Summon the losers and the freaks.
Here come the frightened and forgotten
with fire in their eyes!
They walk tall and trees applaud,
skyscrapers bow,
mountains are dwarfed
by these children of another dimension.
Their prayers summon the Hound of Heaven and invoke the ancient dream of Eden.
And this vision will be.
It will come to pass;
it will come easily;
it will come soon.
How do I know?
Because this is the longing of creation itself,
the groaning of the Spirit,
the very dream of God.
My tomorrow is His today.
My distant hope is His 3-D.
And my feeble,
whispered,
faithless prayer
invokes a thunderous,
resounding,
bone-shaking
great "Amen!"
from countless angels,
from hero's of the faith,
from Christ himself.
And He is the original dreamer,
the ultimate winner.
Guaranteed.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
see?
it must be the heat that causes slothfulness here. i like the heat but it seems to correspond with low blog output. perhaps with a bit of willpower that could change...
what happened in may? well lots of things. 3 outdoor concerts were organized near the church building here. 3 consecutive saturdays. 3 consecutive weeks of lots of work. who knew there were so much content to remember? well needless to say there was a consecutive culmination. we learned with each one. by the end there was like a cumulative blessing. a core of us were involved and we did all we could to choreograph them in a capable manner. to cut to the chase i am just trying to use as many "c" words as i can in this paragraph, that is, without ceding to the dictionary. not that any of the information is counter-productive, in fact, these are all certifiable. its really what just came out. the conception of this current idea was not conceived prior to the initial c word used. it just came about.
well it was a nice experience, don't want to beat the c words to death and lose my audience... we really did have some concerts.
suddenly this is turning into a post about nothing. the heat seems to have sapped any sync i had with the words and instead of setting out what actually happened i find myself slipping back into what i have just stepped out of. relaying bits and pieces of information simply to be able to use "s" words. some would say it was silliness, others delirium. i simply attribute it to a slow salvation from the world of sweet and sour, blended into shakespeare. so please forgive my surliness and the fact that i have somehow managed to waste 3 minutes of your time as your eyes skimmed the previous sectiones...
signing off before it just gets sad...
