What does Holy Spirit have to do with Tibetan monks and a mandala sand painting? Good question. Come along for the journey and find out!
I discovered something over the weekend that changed me. I feel like a kid experiencing falling snow for the first time. Perplexed, giddy, awed, exuberant. I never would have thought that something I see my brothers and sisters . . . well mainly my sisters do . . . would have touched me so deeply.
I am still just thinking wow. Why didn’t I make the connection. It is so obvious. I mean I totally see this as an act of worship, a release of what Holy Spirit is doing. Something that changes atmospheres, But . . . dang. It’s a symbol of territory. A symbol of a nation. Of a Kingdom. It marks ownership. Dominion. Allegiance.
What is this thing that has hit me so profoundly?
Well not just a flag. More importantly a vessel. A vessel filled with the Creator of the universe taking the flag and wielding it with authority, with identity, with allegiance! A vessel that holds true no matter the cost bringing the Kingdom of God to Earth.
The Kingdom of God has a flag and it is Love! Love is what takes this vessel and fuels it. Powering it to move with the Symphony of Heaven. Hand in hand with God, releasing Love and bringing light into darkness. Triumphing over strongholds. Taking back territory.
All this in holding and wielding a flag? I say yes and more.
When God get’s a hold of you and transforms you with His Love flagging is an expression of what He is doing in you and through you. It’s captivating not just because of how beautiful it looks with colors soaring and twisting and fluttering but it’s captivating because Holy Spirit is in it. He is attractive. He is light. He is what the lost children want.
Now you can see a glimpse of Heaven. It’s unbelievable and will captivate you. I’m captivated.
When you realize what this is . . . Everything changes.
Thank you Caleb Brundidge! – http://www.calebbrundidge.com/
Before I dive into the experience of Mardi Gras 2014 I must explain why I went. It started very early this year in January. I was in California visiting my family. This trip was one filled with many vivid and detailed dreams. One of which I knew the meaning right away and it impacted me greatly.
This is that dream . . .
I found myself at a marina with sail boats, small yachts and other water crafts you would typically find docked at a marina. I was running. I was running with a flower suitcase under one arm down a fairly long dock with boats on either side. I was running to the very end where a very large yacht had just embarked on its journey.
Finally I reached the end of the dock and jumped with all my might over the turbulent waters stirred by the moving craft and land on the back deck of the craft. As I gathered my wits and realize what I have just done. I just embarked on a grand and marvelous journey. I was quickly greeted by JoDee Scholz. She quickly expressed her enthusiasm that I had decided to join them on this adventure. She also explained that any later I would have missed the ride. I agreed and was very thankful for the opportunity to board the boat and that I had not landed in the cold turbulent waters of the marina.
JoDee explained the details of the trip and then showed me where I could stow my suitcase. She took me into the yacht where we walked down a few halls to a room that was overflowing with disorganized luggage. There was no room for my bag. So I asked JoDee if she minded me organizing it. She replied, “Not at all :)”
So off I went rearranging everything. Large bags, small bags, square bags, rectangle bags. All had a place. A specific place. There was just enough room to allow my flowery bag to fit into a perfect slot. I shut the door and explored the belly of the yacht for a little while. I noticed different cabins, a living quarter and stairs. I took the stairs up to the deck and then another flight to where the captain was steering the ship. Who do think it was? JoDee’s husband John Scholz. He was the captain of the yacht. Imagine that. This was a pretty profound statement to me that I’ll explain later. Now the adventure was just beginning.
As John maneuvered the yacht out of the marina he explained to me the various characteristics of the area. He obviously knew the marina very well. He mentioned many things that I don’t remember all to well but a few stuck out. One was that “We need to be careful as we exit the marina and to keep a watchful eye for other water craft that skirt and dart about. These crafts don’t always pay attention and think they can beat you to the destination.” As we passed docked boats of all shapes and sizes on either side of the yacht it reminded me a little bit like a busy parking lot. You had to be alert. You didn’t know which craft would pop out.
After finally exiting the many docks of ships and water vessels we started heading out of the marina. On the port side, the left side of the yacht, we followed the natural terrain of jagged cliffs of black volcanic rock blanketed with a very vibrant green grass. Vibrant like when all the colors “pop” when the sun comes out after a soaking gentle rain. In the distance was a lighthouse and some various buildings that resembled a small town.
John explained that you didn’t want to get to close to the cliffs because more rocks lay under the water close to the surface. “Trust me on this. You can’t see ’em but they are there I assure you! I have been doing this for a long time and know where each one lies. Many a novice captain has prematurely ended their journey on these hidden rocks.” Then he said, “We are almost there!” I said, “Were?”. He pointed to this large water fall starboard bow, towards the front right side of the yacht. My eyes widened as I saw this large waterfall pouring down into the marina from a huge retaining wall. Then I noticed it was a huge dam and the waterfall was somewhat a spill way but instead of flowing from the bottom like every dam I have ever seen it was pouring from the top down into the marina.
John continued, “That is were we are heading!”
“You mean to say we are going to the waterfall?”
“Yes! Up it to be more precise :)”
“Yeap. It’s the only way out of the marina. Don’t worry. Like I said. I have been doing this a long time and I know the right speed and angle to hit the falls just right so we don’t tumble off the side into the wall. I have had a few close calls in the past but now I could do this with my eyes closed.”
I was a bit perplexed. This went against everything I “naturally” understood. I had never thought about a large yacht going up a giant waterfall, but oddly enough it seemed all too “natural” . . . “super natural.” I was nervous but had a peace with it. The spirit is strong but the flesh is weak.
John positioned the yacht for waterfall entry. He alerted to all aboard to brace themselves for waterfall entrance operations. Apparently everyone knew what that meant except for me. John saw my look of curiosity and quickly explained that I should hold on to something and lock myself in. So I did. Then he began at a slow but ever accelerating pace toward the waterfall at a distance directly in front of us. A wild child like excitement came over him. There wasn’t an ounce of fear or anxiety in his countenance. He was in his element. He was doing what he was created to do. You could see it. It was so powerful it changed the atmosphere. My apprehension and worry disappeared. I was able to accept the situation with complete bliss. I too became excited. A child like energy came over me and I found myself joining John yelling out what seemed like a battle cry!
We were going full speed ahead. Any slight variation would end in disaster. Faster and faster we went. Then . . . BAM! We hit the waterfall and quickly orientated vertically. White water was splashing all around but oddly enough we were not getting soaked. Water flew overhead, port side and starboard side. Like a torpedo we shot up the waterfall. John was laughing so heartily, so loudly it flowed so perfectly with the sounds of water rushing by. This seemed to go on for hours then . . .
Suddenly sky appeared in front of the ships bow as we remained perpendicular for a few seconds when we all tilted down into the bay and a huge splash was heard with water spraying out both sides of the yacht. Before us lay a peaceful bay filled with gently lapping water. Further out laid the open sea. The bay was very wide with it’s shores gracefully hugging the very large body of water we had just entered.
“Now that was fun!”, John exclaimed. “Now we’ll take it steady and slow through the bay. Then to the open sea!”
The bay was a time of relaxation and rejuvenation. All the passengers and crew on the yacht grew closer and more unified during this time. This time lasted for about half a day.
It was off to the sea. John put the yacht into motion and we departed the bay and entered the wild of the ocean. There was an excitement in the air. Everyone was eager to engage in the adventure that lay ahead. The sky was for the most part clear with various clouds floating here and there making it an enjoyable journey so far. All in all it seemed it was going to be a peaceful trip. As the hours past deeper and deeper we ventured into the ocean.
I was inside one of the halls of the yacht when I felt the first rocking. Then another and another. I quickly moved toward the stern or back of the yacht were I had originally entered the ship. Exiting onto the deck my face was pelted with a heavy rain and a cold wind. Waves were crashing into the yacht spilling onto the deck causing a current of commotion. I instinctually grabbed ringing to tie down the sails. Yeah. The yacht had sails oddly enough. While entangled in the rigging I heard it. Over the roaring storm I heard it. A soft but commanding voice. It was the sound of a woman calling my name. “Daniel! . . . Daniel! . . . Daniel! . . . Daniel! . . . GET the KEYS!!!” Jolted back into the now I look left. I look right. I look around and looked up and on mid deck JoDee was calling my name. Then it dawns on me what she was instructing me to do. So I scan the deck for the keys. Amazingly a mist all the foaming water and crash waves I spot the keys. It was quickly sliding aft towards the turbulent sea. Toward an opening in the railing of the stern of the ship. Holding on to the rigging and with all my might I stretched out to grab the keys with my left foot. Noticing I was wearing my 5-finger shoes I knew now I could grasp the keys. Clenching down, my toes wrapped around the keys. I brought it to my hand and secured it. I rush back into the yacht up the stairs to JoDee. I hand her the keys. She thanks me greatly and says, “I am so glad you were able to get those keys. If we lost those we would be in a great world of hurt.” I don’t quite remember what the keys were meant to specifically unlock but it was a closet or door of some sort that held something very valuable. Something we needed access to for our journey.
Then I woke. I laid in bed for a bit and new exactly what the dream meant. Well the general aspects of the dream. I was suppose to go to Mardi Gras. I turned over to Katie and said, “Man, I had the wildest dream. It was crazy vivid. So real. So life like. And you know what? I think I know what it means.” Groggy she looks at me and says, “eh?” I tell her the dream. She instantly responds, “Your suppose to go to Mardi Gras.” I told her, “That is exactly what I believe I am suppose to do.”
At this time we were 1 week into a 2 week trip in Southern California. The whole time after the dream in SoCal I was saying to myself I need to contact John, I need to contact John . . . which I never did. So the first Saturday back, I believe it was January 4th, John and I met up after church. He was going to talk to me about Mardi Gras and before he could get more than a sentence out I interrupted and told him, “I am going to Mardi Gras and this is why!” So I told him the dream. He was deeply moved and very excited and explained that I needed to come to a meeting the coming Monday. As God’s perfect timing would have it the last meeting to sign up was the following Monday, January 6th.
So now a little bit of explanation 🙂
John Scholz is the leader of the Mardi Gras Ministry. He has been doing it for over 30 years. His wife joined him later on. I believe the yacht is his ministry and that would explain why he was the captain. Since he has been doing it for such a long time experience and Holy Spirit have revealed to him how to move fluidly with other ministries and around or through various obstacles like submerged rocks and jagged rocky cliffs.
I think my jumping on to the yacht while the yacht was in motion was me deciding last minute to join the ministry to Mardi Gras.
In my next post I will do my best in explaining what I think certain aspects of the dream is about as well as include some interpretations from my friends! I will also post about many of my encounters with the Mardi Gras goers!
So friends, if you feel God is revealing to you an interpretation of or part of the dream please comment below! I have to approve the comments so don’t worry if it doesn’t post instantly 🙂
Today was another unbelievable tangible expression of the everlasting kindness of our God!
Katie and I were invited by our good friend Daniel to hear Leah’s presentation on the ministry she is involved with in Cambodia called Overland Missions. By the way from what we heard it is a very cool organization. You should check them out!
We arrive late as it was a very crazy day for Katie and the home school co-op group she leads. We ended up meeting part way to get to the meeting at a reasonable hour. So we dropped the van off at Sprouts.
We arrived about 45 minutes late but it ended up working out great. We hung out with Leah, Sandeep, Daniel and a few of Daniel’s neighbors for a little bit talking, eating snacks and having a good ‘ol time.
Then Sandeep introduced me to some mango pulp. If you haven’t had mango pulp it is like a thick sauce made purely out of mango. It is very very good! I am a bit partial to mangos. Sandeep explained how you can take a Frontier tortilla and dip it in the mango pulp to make an instant treat and boy was he right!!! Thanks Sandeep for introducing me to even more fun foods!
After a few more late stragglers showed up and some more fellowship was had we began to worship our King of Kings and Lord of Lords! Daniel had asked me earlier to lead this time together. So with a bit of a bumpy start we were off enjoying the presence of our Father. It was beautiful.
The evening was very powerful. Leah shared her presentation and some of her testimony which was pretty awesome and eye opening. Thank you for sharing Leah! You’re amazing!
The evening concluded with prayer and prophetic words. It was good good stuff. There is never a dull moment in the Kingdom of God and tonight is another shining example. Thank you Holy Spirit!
Now as I was helping clean up, Debbie, one of the late comers, asked if she could give me a word. I agreed and she said something to this effect . . .
“You have an amazing voice and amazing worship and God is going to take you higher and higher in this.”
I thanked her and received that word whole heartedly. I so do want to go higher and higher with my Father. As I was packing up the guitar I remember saying out loud.
“Father, if you want me to go higher and higher I am gonna probably need a better guitar.”
Katie and I said our farewells to everyone and drove off to retrieve the van in the Sprouts parking lot. As we drove we reminisced on the amazing evening. It was a good time. Then I told Katie the word Debbie had given me. We talked about it for a while and I remember telling Katie that we should probably look to invest in a better guitar. She agreed.
I drop Katie off at the van and we go our separate ways. She heads home and I go to pick up the kids from the grandparents. It was about 10:45pm.
We finally arrive home around 11:15pm. Since we park the 4Runner in the garage the kids and I came into the house through the back door. As I approach the front door I see two huge boxes. Katie had brought them in from outside a while ago.
She asked me if I had ordered anything and I responded, “No, I have not.”
Curious, I looked at the shipping labels on the boxes. Wouldn’t you know. It says Guitar Center. I didn’t order anything from Guitar Center but it clearly says my address and my name. So I open one of the boxes and find the packing slip. Says 1 guitar. Then I look at the invoice. Says Joe, my brother. A bit perplexed I shoot him a text message,
“Hey there are two guitar boxes here. Was there a mistake in shipping?”
Joe works the oil fields in Bakersfield California. It’s a rough job and it sure ain’t pretty. Knowing that he is into music and loves playing guitars I was thinking this was a shipping error and it was sent to me by mistake.
So at this point it was late about midnight and time for rest. It had been a long day.
So today, I look at my messages and sure enough Joe had replied.
I was speechless. Here my brother who is far from being wealthy in the standards of most Americans had sent me a guitar, a case, some picks and extra strings. I respond.
“Thank you!!! A bit speechless right now …”
I am still in awe. I couldn’t believe what just happened. Just last night I am given a word about going higher and higher in worship. I make a simple comment to the Father about the state of affairs of my musical instrument selection and not even 2 hours later I am given everything I AM going to go higher and higher in Him! Wow! I mean Wow!
I am stilling saying wow! Wow!
So I call him an hour later and explain to him what just happened. Then he tells me his story. This is where it just gets even more wow! I love my brother. I love him that he took a step outside of his comfort zone and walked in faith. I am so proud of him right now! I love you Joe! . . . man! Wow!
He says he was up late playing his guitar and thinking about my situation, how my good guitar was used as a bridge from one piece of furniture to the next about 5-6 years ago for two creative kids playing a game. Needless to say the guitars ability to bare the weight was inadequate and gave way breaking at the body and neck.
Then he felt God prompted him to buy me a guitar. He wasn’t sure if he should wait for my birthday or Christmas cause they’re both around the corner, but God cleared that up pretty quick. Joe said, “I just felt that I needed to do it now.” It just so happened there was a really great sale going on at that time at Guitar Center. So he did it. He bought the guitar and shipped it to New Mexico.
All these “What if” questions keep running through my head. What if my brother waited? What if he wasn’t playing his guitar? What if he didn’t respond to the Father? What if . . . What if . . . What if . . .
Anything could have happened to prevent what happened this morning. But the impossible happened. Now to me when the impossible happens I call that a miracle.
- My brother hears from the Father
- My brother buys the guitar equipment
- I have no clue he did this at this point!
- Guitar center ships it on halloween – 10/31/2013 – track it here
- UPS driver picks it up and places it in their system – 10/31/2013
- It is in transit to my house from Guitar Center shipping facility – track it here
- It took 5 days to get from Guitar center to my house 10/31/2013 – 11/04/2013
- Debbie hears the Father’s voice around 9pm-ish to tell me about higher worship and praise – 11/04/2013
- I comment to my Father about my music instrument situation – 11/04/2013
- I comment again to Katie about what our Father told Debbie in the van driving home – 11/04/2013
- Katie sees 2 huge boxes by our front door and brings them in – 11/04/2013
- I still have no clue about the boxes
- I pick up our kids at the grandparents – 11/04/2013
- I get home and see the boxes – 11/04/2013
- I text my brother after opening the box to find the packing slip with his name on it – 11/04/2013
- I go to bed – 11/05/2013
- I receive my brothers text – 11/05/2013
- My mind is blown and is still blown!!!
The guitar could have arrived Friday or this Thursday or never but it arrived at the right time, Monday November 4th 2013! Talk about divine timing from our Father! You amaze me beautiful One!!! You’re everlasting kindness never fails and reaches deep and beyond!
Thank you all for acting on the words from our Father! You all are so amazing!
All Glory to God!!!
What an amazing day! I am simply blown away by what happened :O
It started early in the morning when I was worshipping my God. I saw an impression of playing my guitar up in the Sandias on a granite ledge worshiping the King of Kings. I knew exactly where this place was as it is a fun place to quickly get out of town and into the mountains. So I decided that is what I was going to do after church today. I also felt like I needed to invite Joe from New York with me.
I pack up the guitar, put it the car and off I went to church to help out with Impact Nation’s Heaven’s Impact conference. After a few minutes of driving I cross Southern Blvd. at Country Club Dr. and see an individual in a black trench coat with a cane. He was hunched over walking very slowly expressing signs of sharp jolts of pain. My heart gets pulled but I continue to drive on with the following dialogue playing out in my head.
“I can’t stop, I mean, I’m already late as it is.”
“If I stop I’ll be even more late cause I am leading the usher / greeter ministry today and things ‘could’ get crazy.”
“I stop all the time anyways. You know what happened the last time you stopped and picked someone up while going to an event.”
I really wanted to stop but the commitments I had made were fighting for absolute attention. There was a battle that that was raging in my head for what seem like a few minutes but in reality was only just a few seconds.
I continue to drive on . . . But Holy Spirit urged me with a stronger conviction. He pretty much said, “Don’t put those things above my precious ones. I will take care of it.” When God says He’ll take care of it, guess what . . . He’ll take care of it!
So I flip a U-turn and ask the guy where he was headed.
“Do you need a ride?”
“Come on in! By the way my name is Daniel.”
“Sweet! Where do you work?”
“Oh, ok, cool!”
I flip another U-turn and head back in the original direction I was going. That made me feel better and excited that this was going to be a good meeting. We talk a bit more about where he works and I finally figure out exactly what pizza shop. It wasn’t too far out of the way and it didn’t really matter because I knew God was taking care of it.
This poor handsome young man looked to be in his early to mid twenties but his body looked like it had been through a beating if not a war. I asked him what’s with the cane.
“My side hurts.”
“Oh, really. What happened?”
“I think I broke a rib.”
“Oh shoot, that’s no good. I know how that feels. I have broken a rib too. It’s very painful.”
“Yeah it hurts. Or maybe it’s my liver!?”
That was pretty strange. He went from broken rib to liver. Maybe he felt like he was in a safe place to disclose what he really felt was going on. Who knows but either way he did. So I ask . . .
“Do you drink a lot?”
“Did you drink a lot last night?”
“Ah, sounds like your liver isn’t very happy about it.”
“Do you mind if I pray for it?”
“Do you mind if I put my hand on it?”
I lay my hand on his side and he moves it to the spot it was hurting. I pray.
“Liver disease go and damage be reversed in Jesus name! How does it feel now?”
“Still hurts :(”
“Do you mind if I pray again?”
“I don’t mind”
So I pray again and he said it felt a little better but not much. He did say he felt much more relaxed though. I was happy and told him how much God loves him. So much that He picked him up to give him a ride to work. He then begins to talk about how he believes in God and how he studied anthropology and different cultures in school. We pull into the parking were he works and we sit and talk more about God for a while.
I continue to poor our Fathers love into him and tell him that he is cherished and valued. How He is very different then any other god. He thanked me greatly and off to work he went.
I look at the time and go wow. I am gonna be really late. Oh well . . . God has my back.
Once I get on to 528 / Coors Blvd I get green lights all the way to Paseo del Norte. This rarely happens by the way 🙂 I look at the time and I am like ecstatic. I am gonna make it to church at a decent time!
I get green lights all the way from Paseo to church. I didn’t even have to stop at the light on the off ramp of I-25 to Jefferson. It stayed green for an uncanny amount of time. It was pretty amazing. Sure it’s traffic lights. Doesn’t seem like a big deal, but when you’re the lead for all the ushering and greeting at a conference that proves to be completely different each day you want to be there early enough to ask the right people the right questions so you can stay on top of things . . . right? I got there at 9:30am on the dot. Now that was pretty fun. Little did I know this would be just the beginning to a unbelievable day in the Kingdom . . .
Church starts and sure enough things got shaken up a little and the flow changed and things were done differently. This prompted me to ask Pastor Alan if the podium was needed. So during a time where the congregation was praying for each other I go to the front of the church and ask Alan. Yeap, the podium was needed. I turn around to go find some of my ushers to help when Barbara Martin calls my name . . .
She begins to pray over me and I hear her say something like this, “Jesus sees you as His bride and I see Jesus carrying you . . . ”
I close my eyes and suddenly everything goes quite. I mean everything was so so quite and white. If you have ever been in a forest when it is snowing it is the most tranquil feeling. So peaceful but for me so exciting. It is almost as if time has stood still. Sound seems to be frozen. It is one of my most favorite times. You feel so close to your Creator. Then I feel like I am falling back and into the arms of Jesus. I then see Jesus carrying me! I could feel Him carrying me but see it all at the same time too. It was simply amazing. He then carried me over a threshold through a door way in the middle of all the whiteness and glory.
I then find myself laying on the floor. Unbelievable. I start to realize where I am and I hear Pastor Alan say lets find our way back to our seats. Then it was like I was jolted into the natural with a women asking me if I would like help up.
Wow! That was just . . . wow!
After church was over I asked Joe if he could go up to the mountains to worship. Sadly he couldn’t as he had to prepare for his trip back to New York. That was a bummer but I told him we’ll do it next time.
Then I run into my good friend Sandeep at the end of church and we begin to talk about the conference and other fun Kingdom stuff. I ask if he had plans after church and if he would like to join Khaia and I up in the mountains to worship our Father. He agreed. So off we went. We’ll not exactly that quickly. We ended up talking for a bit longer. So much longer that my daughter had recruited Pastor Alan to help her in getting me to get in the car and go 🙂
We drive east up Candelaria to the mountains then take a right, after you can’t go east any more, then take a left into the openspace parking lot. We park. Eat our food we had just purchased. Load everything up and begin our hike.
I decided not to take the cajon but Sandeep insisted we should and he wouldn’t mind carrying it. That split decision ended up being a super blessing.
Off we go up into the mountains to worship our King on the granite ledge that I saw myself worshipping early that morning. That impression / vision was becoming a reality. I was excited.
We get about half way to the top of where I wanted to go and run into a very nice family. We talk to them a bit and I realize we need to have worship right here right now. They were a very humble family. So I ask them if it would ok if we worshipped God and sang a few songs. They were very excited. Guess what . . . the family of four were all Believers! So cool.
Turns out, that this family ended up sleeping in and missing their morning church service. So they decided that they would all go up into the mountains and have church as a family up there in the beautiful foothills of the Sandias.
Now that’s interesting!?
So we begin to worship. During the first song Philip, the father of the family, goes to help his daughter climb down from a steep predicament she got herself into. She was following Khaia up some of the rock features we were next too. As he comes back he is limping and I ask him if he is ok. He says he is ok but what he did was stupid. I ask him, “how so?” He explains that he jumped off a small ledge into what he thought would be a nice softy sandy pit but instead it was hard and his right heal landed directly on a hidden rock underneath.
He said not to worry about it and that he’ll be fine. I said ok but also felt that worship had released an atmosphere of healing so I didn’t pursue anything further. We’ll just let worship shape the healing.
We continue worshipping and start up another song and about halfway into it another family starts to come up the trail to my left. We continue singing as they approach. Once they reach the ledge we were are all sitting on they just stopped and stood there watching and listening to what we were doing.
The song ended and we greeted them and welcomed them to join us. Turns out they are refugees form Iraq and they had just arrived 2 months earlier. My mind is starting to get blown. What are the odds of this first family being here and now what are the odds of this second family being here all the way from Iraq and only 2 months ago! Crazy!!!
The new arrivals were a family of five: Dad, Mom and three daughters.
The Dad asks us what that box thing Sandeep was hitting. So I explain to him it’s a drum. He asks if he could try it. Sandeep says of course and shows him how it works. The Dad who’s name was very long and had the name Abraham in it begins to play.
He starts out with a different rhythm. Then says something to me. Then stops. Says something to me again and starts playing a different rhythm. I wasn’t sure if he wanted me to play along but I began to play. Then he stopped again and said something. His english wasn’t very good and many times would ask his daughter to interpret what he was saying. Then he started again with a different rhythm so I started to play that rhythm. This happened a few more times. I wasn’t sure if he thought I was a lousy guitar player or what but he would stop every time I played a little with him. I think he was just trying it out and would tell me the genera of the rhythm he was playing but I am not 100% sure 🙂 Either way it was pretty cool.
But the most amazing thing out of all that was he started playing something he called an Arabic beat. Or something like that. It sounded awesome. It echoed off the canyon walls and had such a feeling of life. Then I said why don’t we worship our God. Abraham started really laying down a nice Arabic beat and I noticed his wife and daughters were being a little reserved in their worship. I said something to this affect, “Don’t worry! feel free to clap as loud as you want and dance for there is freedom here!” That is when things fell off the hook.
I felt Holy Spirit flood me with song. I began to sing. Not with guitar but with Holy Spirit. I have no idea what I sang but it was something about the One true God and we worship You here. This went on for maybe 10 to 15 minutes. It was unreal. The power of God was all around. I noticed in between different times when I opened my eyes everyone had their hands in the air, clapping or dancing. I also noticed another family to our right up the side of the cliff aways just standing there listening. I saw another family or so below down in the canyon listening too. It was unbelievable. We didn’t want it to end. We didn’t want it to stop, but like everything on this temporal planet things must come to an end at one point or another.
Once the singing and drumming stopped there was a moment of just awe. We were all speechless for a few minutes it seemed.
Then Abraham’s family had to leave but before they left we asked if we could pray for them. He agreed and I asked if we could all hold hands. Everyone agreed. We ended up blessing them this way and that and speaking life into their situation. It was beautiful; simply beautiful.
The other family that had just stood, watched and listened on the right kept their distance and continued their decent down the canyon a different way.
We started singing again. Not sure how many songs we sang but during one of them one of the families that was down canyon from us had reached our location and walked by us. As they were passing they said they could hear our singing all the way down at the parking lot and very much liked it. The mother of the bunch was the last to pass and she said thank you and blessed us for what we were doing.
That was pretty cool too.
After we finished the last song we asked Philip, the father of the first family we met, if we could pray for his foot as it still looked like it was still bugging him. He whole heartedly agreed. So Sandeep and I prayed healing over his heal. We asked him how it felt,
“It is feeling better! Actually that is amazing it really is feeling better!!!” he starts walking around and you could see in his face something was happening. We asked how it was feeling,
“It still hurts but it is feeling a lot better.”
“Do you mind if we pray for it again?”
“No, please do!”
Sandeep and I pray again for 100% healing.
“How is it feeling?”
“Oh my gosh it is like 100% better then it was!!!”
“That is awesome, Man, God loves you so much!”
“No seriously guys, it feels 100% better than it did. I can’t believe it. It really feels better. I mean it REALLY feels better!”
If you could see the look on his face you would know his foot felt so good!
Turns out Philip needs his foot to work properly as his job requires him to be on his feet. So God knew what to do because He is the lover of us all!
I told them that this power comes from God and that same power lives in them as Believers. As Christians. As Christ did we are to be Christ like! So you have the authority over the enemy of this world. Over disease. Over affliction. Over all that comes against the Kingdom of God.
We then ministered to his family and to him as a father and poured into him the truth of who he is in Christ. A son of God. We prayed an increase of encounters with his Father that he would see more clearly how he did when he was a child.
It was awesome.
We ended up hiking down the canyon with them talking about how good God was and that we should do this again. We reminisced on what had just happened. Thankfully Sandeep got their number! So we will be in touch. We decided we were going to meet up next Sunday around 2-2:30pm after church and worship our God, our King of Kings!!
As we departed from that beautiful and precious family, Sandeep and I reflected more on what happened. How that man from Iraq tore it up on the cajon. What a blessing it was that Sandeep insisted we bring the cajon. God is good!
I asked Sandeep, “Wouldn’t it be awesome if we could run into that family from Iraq?”
“Yeah, for sure!”, he answered.
Little did we know that as we entered the parking lot there was a mini van and as we passed wouldn’t you know who was in it . . . the family from Iraq! Unreal. Are you serious!? I was like no way! Sandeep was blown away. Khaia was super excited. It was awesome!
So I go up to the van and we all start talking to them again and recap what had happened earlier. We passed compliments back and forth and blessings. It was truly a precious moment. This is also where I actually learned his name but all I remember is that it was long and had the name Abraham in it. We found out that they are being taken care of by a local Catholic church and that they still had family in Iraq they were worried about.
Sandeep was able to get their phone number too! They were not sure if they could meet next week but would stay in touch.
It was a day filled with amazement, beauty and awe!!!
If you are available this Sunday we are still planning to meet at 2-2:30pm in the open space parking lot by Candelaria.
Thank you Father for such a blessed gift!!! You amaze me!