The Egypt Within…

“I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life. No one comes to the Father except through me.” – Jesus

Can we truly handle the Truth though? That is another question altogether. Only one Person can ask that, really. Our Lord. In His fierce jealousy for communion, He will ask me that very question from time to time.

I have been to Egypt. Twice actually. Well… sort of.

I dreamed about the place, to be perhaps..more accurate.  I’ll be brief here… and perhaps a bit uncharacteristically shallow on emotion (we all need our breathers at times, right?) So…

I was standing outside a large open area, lush and green and enjoying the intense heat baking my skin coupled with a warm offshore breeze. I had a turbin-like covering on my head and I wore the robes and attire of a prince. I strolled along to a large recessed rectangular pool area. One would step down the very steep stairs , look into the water, and see a dozen crocodiles frenzying about in spasmatic gestures. One moment perfectly still, then a lighting fast twitch, then still again.

Peering more intently, I suddenly understood the cause of this type of movement. You see, they were all jostling for position. It was feeding time.  And tiny children were of course, the meal.

I looked up and over to my left to see an Egyptian soldier toss a few more babies into the pool and the frenzy would start all over again. Someone came beside me, looked casually at the event, and asked if I would join them for a walk …

My stomach lurched.  My mind went on tilt and I began to cry and heave. Everything around me faded and all I was aware of was the anguish of utter torment at the loss of these innocent ones. Eternity seemed to pass before me as I shrieked and wailed. At some point, I realized I was doing this in my bed. The turbin I had clawed over my face was now the pillow cover, still tangled about my head.  

In a similar fashion today, the lost are not capable of understanding what they are doing. They are blinded and their hearts are calloused. We, the church, are their only guide, only compass, and only hope.

What are we doing about all this, my dear friends and family?

“You are the salt of the earth: but if the salt has lost its savor, how shall it be salted? it is thereafter good for nothing, but to be cast out, and to be trodden under foot of men.” Matt 5:13

It was several days before I could eat again after that “dream.” I can still recall it as if I had just woken up from it moments ago and sat to type.  Something inside me died that day… yet another dirge of sorts. A burning ship filled with the gold and wealth of this world was set aflame on my own personal viking funeral within my heart.

Life became a bit more simple. That tiny suffering left me with a deeper, more passionate longing to see His goodness revealed to His lost. What gave birth was more revelation of… Him.

He is calling His church to pick up His burden, His heart, His love. 

As for me? Well let’s just say that dream has not yet completed the work in me that is required.. but Dad is doing something about that.

There are more “Egypts” to visit. Of that I am quite certain. I also am quite OK with it. It’s the dead, Egypt within; that decrepit carnal-minded man we died to that needs more purging from me. Above all things though, His interactions with His children, however they come, reveal and release something else within… something far greater than any pain we will ever need to endure…

They release His Love.

With this in mind, I submit the following topical study and how it applies to the church in America right now. Be blessed.. and know you are blessed.

RELATED STUDY CLICK HERE Understanding The Times: Revival

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