Awake! Slumbering Hearts

What a slumbering heart have I.

Wake up Your bride. Cause apathy to leave by the mighty breath.Open up the windows of heaven over this place. Light come down. Fire burn away all the dross.

Wake, oh wake you slumbering messengers!

Now is the time. Lift up your voice with strength, lift it up; be not afraid. All that's needed is hope. Ask for life from the One who gives breath.

Holy Spirit, come.

Look upon the hearts of men. Call forth the weary hearts into strength by the light of the countenance of Christ.

Now is the time. Awakening has arrived. Heaven is brought near. Reach up, oh you saints and call down the ministry of heaven!

Close this gap. Shake off unbelief. Stand by faith. Call upon the name of the Lord that many souls may be saved.

Open up you heavenly gates. Lift up your heads you ancient doors. Let the King of glory come in. Forerunners take your place before He treads upon Jerusalem.

Declare the words of truth. No other religion, no idol can change the hearts of men. A city in a day can be turned upside down by a mere word from His mouth.

Shall the Bride arise from the ashes and take her rightful place yet?

Nothing Greater

Inhabit my heart
Catch me up in Your glory

No greater love
None deeper
None wider
None truer

The purest One I know
Mark me
That I may be part
Of Your story

For to live
Is to love

No riches, no fame
No honor
Is above loving You

Primary occupation
To stand, minister and burn
Before the Holy One
Is mine

None like You

Love's arms outstretched
Towards humanity's feeble frame

One single act
All debts wiped away
Because of the bleeding Man

I stand in awe Jesus
Love redefined by death

I believe I said it afore
None deeper
None wider
None truer

Than the love of Christ

Pencil Sketch

As I read the Word, scenarios and stories appear as pencil sketches; vague and dim with subtle yet noticeable outlines. David in a jumping freeze frame as he welcomes the Ark of the Covenant back to Israel. Mary of Bethany sitting before a Jewish Man, eyes intent on Him. Ox, man, eagle, lion seraphs mid-flight around a glistening, burning Throne.

Luckily a pencil sketch begets a colorful oil painting.

The oil painting begets a 30 second moment of action.

A video clip begets a feature length film complete with subtitles.

Film begets real life.

Real life.

Real life on the glassy sea, surrounded by multitudes wearing a white linen robe praising the Lamb for His worthiness.

I’m grateful for the pencil sketch. It’s better than an empty canvas.

The Simple

"It is amazing and delightful to see that it is the simplest Christians who often progress farthest in an inner relationship with Jesus Christ! Why? Because the Spirit of God simply does not need our tapestry!"
- Madame Jeanne Guyon

The inner relationship with Jesus gets lost so easily amidst the chaos of systematic theology, doctrinal differences and denominational strife.

Let's just love Jesus for what He's done on the Cross and love one another well. Place yourself in the wound of Christ, hide in the cleft of the rock and let Him wash you. Then declare His goodness, mercy and love to all.

Every human being will end up either in the pit or the heavens. The simple get God and the complex forget Him all together.

Pure and Undefiled Religion

What is pure religion?
What is undefiled worship?
Unto what must the sacrifice take place?
Why has the mark been missed?

Pure religion before God and the Father is this: to visit orphans and widows in their trouble.

Undefiled worship to God and the Father is to keep oneself unspotted from the world.

Sacrifice takes place because deception sets in if hearing the word only trumps doing the word.

The mark is missed because culture seeps into our services, prayer and relationships when our faith was meant to overcome the world not conform to it.

A Trip to Millersville, Missouri

I went on my first ministry trip to Millersville, Missouri. All I did was pray, worship and seek the Father in the beautiful countryside of Eastern Missouri. It was glorious.

Glorious Praise has a church and House of Prayer with two sets a week. We had the opportunity to minister at the Feast of Joy Conference and keep the fire on the altar for 48 hours straight. The Inkenbrandt's were wonderful hosts, visit http://www.gloriouspraise.com/

Missed Connection

The inner chamber of the soul is where God is found. It’s in the deepest part of the heart where communion is really reached. I find that even in the most anointed atmosphere I can remain completely unattached from the presence of Jesus.


The reality of distractions sets in. I forget that there’s one reason, one desire, one passion and it’s for Jesus. I didn’t move to Kansas City to make friends. I didn’t leave my father and mother’s house just to pretend I was praying. I came to Kansas City to sacrifice my youth. I came to lay down, what the world calls, the best years of your life just to have God fill me up. Just to know who this Man is. Just to know what the purpose of life is.

I’m made to love God and be loved by Him. Even in the prayer room, six hours passes and all I’ve really accomplished is answering a few emails, reading a couple passages in the Bible and singing my favorite worship songs.

It’s in the dialing down of my mind. To ignore every distraction and just listen to Him. To stop the traffic and listen. It takes time. Sometimes hours of serious focus on Jesus and His sacrifice. Whispering gently, Jesus, I love You. This is when I find the inner peace, the inner joy, and the moments of communion.

Every day it’s an act of re-signing up to let Jesus have first place, not my schedule, relationships with friends or even the allotted chapters to read in the Word. It’s Him and Him alone. I must realign my heart with this truth and not let anything else take preeminence. No longer a missed connection.