This is gonna take a minute #5

Each one was a life that God desired I impact. What's worse than the missed opportunity was in my Fathers next words. "Son," he said, "Each time you've refused to unwrap the gift I gave you it feels the same to me as it did the night Peter denied. Son don't deny me, unwrap your gift." In a flash the permeateing light of the Father was gone. Jesus and I stood on the gold pathway. Jesus looked at me with a slight grin and said you see.
Then we walked and talked a moment longer.
The reason I wanted to explain such a intamite part of my life was another vision I had just the other day during my worship time. I saw the Lord and there was a huge vat, I mean it was huge. It was filled with a translusiant liquid. It was very similiar to the sea I had seen in my experience of heaven. It was the most beautiful blue green that glowed with Gods glory. Everything about the liquid in these vats reminded me of heaven. It reminded me of holding hands with Jesus, and the nakedness I felt in the Fathers glory. (yet not ashamed). The joy, peace everything it was like liquid heaven. In this vision The Father was asking His people to direct Him as to where we would have them pour out these huge vats of liquid heaven. I believe God is wanting His people to arise and point out places that we desire heaven to be seen. People, places, things, items. God is desiring for His people to partner with Him, to get close to Him and hear His heart. Some may say well I can't pray for heaven to be poured out on this or that, or this person or that person. They don't deserve it. Well never do you deserve to direct God's vat of liquid heaven. I don't deserve to be the one telling of the visions. None of us deserve any of this. But God has offered us heaven and He also allows us to be vessels of Heaven. His liquid heaven.

Love ya,

PJ

This is gonna take a minute #4

The Father handed me a solid box made of Gold as He did He said "Open it, it is a gift for you." I turned the box around and around trying to figure out how to open it. The Father once again said "Open the gift I've given you, my son." "I can't," I replied. "Son open the gift I've given you'," comes this time with a little frustration. I turn the box over and over trying to open it, pulling tugging but the little box wouldn't give. I knew with each passing moment my Father's frustration was growing. Each time He spoke there was more displeasure even hurt in His voice. I began to weep at the thought of me displeasig Him. God's next words changed my life forever. He said, "Son open the gift I've given you, for everytime you don't open the gifts I've given you, you deny me. The feeling I feel when you deny me is the same I felt the night Jesus was betrayed and Peter denied." I was totally crushed, broken, a mass of sobbing tears and repentence. I thought of oh so many times God had spoken to me, given me words, told me to act. Instead of obedience I questioned, "God is that you?" So many times struck with fear, I questioned my way to inaction. Man the flood of memories, stuff I had long forgotten, played out in front of me. Even though it happened in a flash, I saw each instance with vivad accuracy. The guy at Wal-Mart, the mom in the parking lot, the prophetic word for the waitress, so many pasted I lost count.
All most done!!!

Love ya

PJ

This is gonna take a minute #3

So we turned and walked back to the path and in a mere blink we were surrounded by a light that revealed in and out. I could feel it on the inside of me permeating every absolute fiber that is me. It was such a bright light and feeling. Again not the kind of brightness that would make you wince and cause you to close your eyes. I think even for a second I may have squinted and winced as a common reaction to such brightness. Then after a moment I realized that no squinting is necessary in this light. In that moment I knew I was standing in the presence of my father. We all know that God is everywhere and He is but when I tell you that being ''IN'' this Presence is different, its as different as different can be. The difference is a cup of water verses the ocean, their both water but man there is a difference. As I stood in The Glory had it bask in me and realized the presence of my Father and King I felt not fear but Awe total and complete Awe. Awe of God, awe of where I was, awe of how it made me feel... Awe in just every way. Total and completely permiated by love, joy, peace... Though I felt awe I didn't feel fear.
Little more later!!!

Love ya

PJ

This is gonna take a minute #2

So my savior takes my hand and leads me through the gates of heaven. I feel only joy, and peace with absolute contentment... AAAAHHHH it is so good walking with Him communicating without words because none are needed. For those who know me, you will understand why this next part means so much to me. As we walked a bit He lead me just to the right of the path. Through the grass and over to a ledge looking out on the crystal sea. Perfect 5 to 6 foot rollers of the most blue green translucent water that had its own glow and sparkle. Understand that this place had no sun, there was no directional proportion to light. Our sun shines its lights and the light it generates radiates from one place to another. But in heaven where light comes from Gods glory there is no start and stop place everything is simply alight with light. This light, Gods glory makes everything some how brighter and more full of color. A light that shines through objects and not from one point to another causes objects to give off more than just the beauty on the outside but also that which is on the inside can be seen. So as I looked on this sea of glass, I didn't just look at it but into it. After a moment I looked into Jesus' face and with a look of happiness... Or better yet if a chuckle had a look this would be it. He looked at me and with or without words and said, ''Now isn't that time... But I knew you would want to see''...
Stay tuned for #3

Love ya

PJ

This is gonna take a minute #1

I've shared in the past the vision I had of heaven, weather; a vision or reality I'm not sure. But what I do know is as I worshiped one evening during a 24/7 prayer meeting I experienced heaven. As I worshiped...Whoooosh and I was standing on a grassy hill surrounded by a beautiful landscape. The landscape of grass covered rolling hills had a small worn path leading to a gate made of pearl. As my gaze focused on the gate it began to open and there stood Jesus standing on not so much a road as a sidewalk made of gold. Without saying a word Jesus bid me come. As Jesus took my hand in His, not holding my hand with our fingers cupped but instead with our fingers woven. You understand the difference. One way is the way you hold hands with a friend or prayer circle the other is the way you hold hands with a lover, someone your intimate with. Keep in touch for the rest of the story.

Love ya

PJ

Heaven's Yes

Proverbs 27 says...
Iron sharpens iron, so one man sharpens another.
Man, that word last night sharpened the sin outta me. Good stuff!!!
So many times when we hear that scripture it brings almost a negative feel to it. To be sharpened would mean to say that I'm not as sharp as I should be and I need others to help me be all I can be... WAA!!!
Really this sharpening should take place often and from all directions. From sermons, mentors, pastors, heck nature, friends, moments and life, all kinds of stuff can sharpen us... If we will let it. Example, last night you would have had to been dead not to be sharpened by the sermon. For those who haven't seen it... It was well... INSANE!!! (Damon Thompson first night at the 220 conference)
Yeah it had an impact... I had a follow up impact right after the sermon, I was talking to a friend, a fellow youth pastor and he brought up a sermon I had preached a few years back at a conference he was hosting. (Pastor Jayson from G-boro NC). Not just the sermon but that time in my life was crazy brutal, in a good way. To be reminded of that moment after the sermon aaahhh... It was like a one, two punch. There is something on the inside, a desire for purity, holiness. It's a desire to be consumed' a desire for the river, for the wind, for the rain, for the fire. I had a vision the other day of the father with large, I mean huge vats of heaven and He was pouring it out on His people as they directed Him through interseccion. So come on lets have heaven poured out, lets consume hell with a double shot from the vats of God and transform a desolate dry place into Heaven. YOUR WILL BE DONE ON EARTH...

Love ya

PJ

There's a Need!!!

Ya know I've tasted of the supernatural, drank from the river, basked in the glory, been touched to the inner core with passion, melted in the presence, laughed, cried jumped, danced... the list could go on and on and on. What it all comes down to is that I am not satisfied with anything other than.I cannot be satisfied with anything other than God. God God and more and more and more of God. In everyway possible... Jesus, Holy Spirit full all on that I can possibly contain. I cannot, will not be happy or satisfied or content until then... And again and again and again... Yes I want it all!!!

Love ya

PJ

How can I???

How can I ever do the things Christ did if I don't first catch a glimpse at how he felt?
How can I live how He lived, do what He did, heal how He healed, walk how He walked?
How can I???
Everything is based on seeing how He saw, feeling how He felt... I always talk the talk of wanting to do what He did. But am I willing to feel what He felt? Not just at Calvary! But the compassion He felt for the multitude, the frustration of faithless followers, the pain of betrayal! What deep emotion caused Jesus to weep at Lazarus's' tomb, or sweat drops of blood at Gethsemane.
OOOHHHH!!!!
REALLY!!!
Could I handle it???
Father take me one step at a time one foot in front of the other. Catch me when I fall, teach me to walk in your steps...

Love ya,

PJ

God Is!!!

Galatians 5:22-23 But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, 23gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law.

We could also say, “God is” to each of these things… God is Love, God is joy, God is peace, God is patience, God is kindness, God is goodness etc… For those that like to make it personal they could say, God gives me love, God gives me joy, God gives me peace, yes God gives me patience, kindness, goodness etc. For those that want to make it really personal can pray a prayer today that says…
God you are my Love,
Father you are my Joy and peace,
Jesus you are my patience and my kindness
You are so good, so faithful and so gentle
I ask you to control myself today…

Love ya

PJ

Intimacy

New Sermon Up!!!

Moments

There are different moments we all experience. Some good, some great, some make us weep and still others take our breath away. I think it's important to recognize and appreciate the moments we live. I remember dropping each of my children off at school for the first time and sighing and even allowing a tear to fall as they walked away. Yeah I'm a sap, I know... There are moments that come and go and are never seen, never recognized. I like to see and recognize, even drink those moments in whether happy or sad. Even in sadness there is importance... why you ask??? It helps me appreciate the person, place or thing at that given moment.
I am living in a moment and drinking in what it has for me... Whether sweet wine or bitter.

Love Ya

PJ

Prayer Furnace

Alright everybody!!! Calling all prayer peps. Its time to turn it on. Call it a special meeting call it mandatory call it whatever you want, just be there tonight... The Prayer Furnace @ 7pm at CCC. Its time to pray so let's get our prayer on...

Love ya

PJ

Intimacy and Fire...

Focus on what's in our heart and coming out our mouths... Pray* Fast* Word... Just do it!!!

Love ya

PJ

Heart and Tongue

From the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks. Man, I say some of the ugliest things, some of the meanest, some of the most ungodly. Now I don't say these things all the time. Usually I speak descent... good things... I think... But really if my words are a reflection of what's in my heart I shouldn't even be satisfied with the good and the descent. NO!!! My words should be great, speaking only of the greatness of God and others. You say but some people are not great and it would be a lie to speak such great things about them... I say, OOHHH!!! Man was made in the image of God and though we have fallen a great distance from perfection, there is still the ability for greatness even in the worst person. For God so loved ALL... and we ought to love all with our words and actions. When we love with our words, we reflect the Godly greatness thats inside our hearts. I'm watch'n my words!!!

Love ya

PJ

Brian Hardin from Daily Audio Bible @ IHOP-KC

Prayer Room

I am sitting in Kansas City at the International House of Prayer as I write this. There is genuinely something very special about sitting in a place where prayer and worship goes on 24 hours a day and never stops. It's been going on for over a decade and it shows. It's really quite remarkable. One of the most striking aspects of this place is the median age of those involved. Most are in their twenties. They've given up whatever they have to to sacrifice their lives calling out to God. On the one hand we could look at this as irresponsible. They are, after all at the prime age to begin the process of making their way in the world. It's these years that really count when it comes time to retire. Even as I write those words on the page here I cringe. I suppose it all boils down to what worldview you have. What culture you are choosing to embrace. What kingdom you've chosen to serve.

It's almost midnight here. There are probably two or three hundred people praying right now. This will go on all night, all day tomorrow and all night tomorrow night. It simply never ceases. I've spent about 12 hours in the Prayer Room this weekend. I could spend another 12 easily. I'd stay in here all week if I could. Sitting here it all becomes so clear and I scratch my head and wonder what is wrong with we Christians sometimes. I'm not saying we have to all commit ourselves to a lifestyle of day and night prayer but sheesh. How many hours do we pray each day? How many minutes? How many seconds. Think about it. I have prayed along with this rotating, never ending prayer movement for the end of abortion, for revival in the hearts of the youth in California, for God to raise up 10,000 twelve year olds who would give themselves to God at a young age like Christ in the temple. It goes on and on and I'm humbled at how selfishly I pray usually. This weekend has taught me much but one of the more profound things is that it's REALLY and TRULY not about us and we REALLY and TRULY have to stop saying those words and still making everything about us. We have to REALLY and TRULY start living it.

Twenty somethings giving themselves to a life of sacrifice believing that it matters that they cry out to God day and night. I see almost no affects of the outside world here. Not in a wierd way like the real world doesn't exist. Quite the contrary. They are praying for the real world but are unaffected by it. It holds no appeal for them. They really could care less who wins American Idol. I see people crying before the Lord in profound love. What happens on the latest TV show or who wins the game this weekend is just not that important when you have an audience with the King and He smiles on you. Ughh. It's so sad the things we go to for life. The things we substitute for the real life Jesus offers. I see very little depression or self absorption around here. This probably has something to do with staying in the presence of the Lord as well. I have a lot of processing to do and I've managed to scribble out another stream of conciousness post that probably makes little sense but hopefully conveys some emotion. I am ever more convinced that we cannot live the life Jesus offers and that we're supposed to live without the Word of God every single day and without a genuine and fervant prayer life. It just won't work any other way and we have to stop pretending it will and sacrifice whatever we must in order to give our lives to God.

Onward Comrades,