Understanding the Times: Part 8- High Places in our Hearts

“I am the LORD; that is my name. I will not yield my glory to another or my praise to idols.” Isa 42:8

My Beloved Family,

I have been preparing my next part on the Deeper Communion Series. Father-God has an all-consuming fire within Him to experience deep, open intimacy with His children.

But there is something in the way right now. Something I am convicted is on His loving and longing heart that I desire to convey accurately and purely before we can talk more about steps and tools to “going deeper.”

So… I shall do my best. 

The Lord is calling His Body to Himself. There is a cry sounding from His throne-room to gather to His heart and walk with Him beyond the depth each one of us is currently experiencing. Likewise, each generation is summoned, with great passion, to His heart. Each generation must overcome the particular snares of that hour to answer this call. This is a spiritual reality we must face if we are to move beyond it. Currently, much of the the Body of Christ is presently divided into three camps in this generation. They are: 

  • Those seeking to find self-worth in spiritual experiences.
  • Those seeking to find worth in a sense of unworthiness, where we share our heart with Him and our own sense of unholiness.
  • A third, which is… well… just the pleasant distraction found simply in relating to fellowship as a social club and means to incur a weekly emotional high. “Playing church” is an expression I have heard spoken in regard to this.

Please understand. Chances are we are held captive to a combination of the conditions cited above. We can make any excuse we want to shut God out in any area we choose. It’s so beyond easy… and the Church is excelling in it. We are keeping certain spiritual doors shut within ourselves ( and those doors are different for each person) that lead to greater intimacy because we are unwilling to fully, deeply, and without compromise, look at our hurts, fears and pains.  Instead we are distracting ourselves with “religion” in all its varied and clever garnishings.

In this hour, the Holy Spirit is asking for permission to speak to us about what is on our Heavenly-Dad’s heart. He longs to guide us, comfort us, and give us joy in place of sorrow.

We need to learn to stop being so afraid.  We also need to forgive.

It is not simply the doctrines we need to be wary of… it is the darkened motives of our heart, trying to find a counterfeit self-worth that leads us to be drawn to these substitutes of true intimacy. These crutches are merely the result of us not allowing Him to take our wounds and scars. At some point in our journey, it becomes more about our pain that prevents us from walking by the Mind of Christ within us than anything else.

Many of us were not taught or discipled the way we were meant to be. This is called His “permissive will.” The bible gives us a wonderful blueprint on how true, deep, loving family life is meant to flow. Salvation, growth, healing, maturity, light the way for others… next generation, repeat.

However, the reality is, most of us either grew up under a controlling, manipulative “fellowship” or we sat quietly in a dead, dry, “religious” born-again gathering. Or… we grew up in the wilderness, vowing to cling to whatever is the opposite extreme of the area we were abused and wronged under.

Our Church family structure has become impressively dysfunctional. We reject correction, training, sound doctrine and teaching, discipleship, gifts and callings, deep communion, and above all, His unconditional love for each other and the lost.

My dear, dear, cherished family.  It is time to heal. It is time to muster the courage to cry and weep and repent of the areas we began to replace our intimacy with… things: “spiritual” things that either entertain, or offer a temporary rest to our soul instead of deepening our communion. Or, for some perhaps, doctrinal topics that make us feel spiritual in our unworthiness, and worthy in our spirituality. 

“The people, however, continued to sacrifice at the high places, but only to the LORD their God.”

2 Chron 33:17

There were dedicated hills and specially erected altars upon which people would honor and exalt false gods. This is a polite way of saying man worshiped Satan. When Israel repented, they would still use these pagan altars, but instead, now attempted to worship the Lord Himself on them. The problem was the foundation was, from its very cornerstone and inception, corrupt and unclean and opposed to God’s very nature.

Within the Body of Christ, these spiritual  “high places” are all around us in this hour. Among us… within our hearts and thoughts and beliefs. We have been attempting to commune and worship Him from these same darkened foundations.

We can no longer relate to Him this way.  Ways that serve to distract and self-sooth and bolster our sense of worth.  

In parting, let me encourage us all (myself included). It is OK. It is all… OK. This is the power of His love. This is the power of the Living Resurrection and His Spirit that lives within our spirit-man.  It is this:

We are loved. Without conditions.  

We are accepted.. With all our idols. 

He just wants more of me. He wants more of you..

Our Savior did not die in order to divvy up our heart with the pains and hurts and fears we hold. These leviathans are meant to be destroyed, not tamed.  These altars are meant to be uprooted, not re-allocated for a “good cause.”

Give the Spirit of God access to all the areas of our being, and not just some of them. He loves us too much, and is too adoringly jealous for our affection to share our heart with any substitute that has been given place in His stead.

Anyway, this is something that is on our Father’s heart. Please consider it in your time with Him.

In so much love,

David~

 

10 thoughts on “Understanding the Times: Part 8- High Places in our Hearts

  1. Swing Like Tarzan, Punch Like Jane
    By Robert Winkler Burke
    Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
    Copyright 11/6/08 http://www.inthatdayteachings.com

    We live in a crazy swing-like-Tarzan,
    Punch-like-Jane world,
    Our leaders don’t have the moral flag,
    It’s their job to unfurl.

    Our politicians use weird stage hypnotism,
    Learned from the pulpits,
    Our teachers in college teach liberalism,
    Like wooden-head puppets.

    So our moral fiber is vanished,
    Gone without trace,
    We can’t hang a mass murderer,
    If abortion has grace.

    We cannot fight wars,
    Against terrorists at all,
    If we institute slavery,
    Robbing Peter to pay Paul.

    We cannot be a truly free people,
    If our thoughts are enslaved,
    By teachers, preachers and politicians,
    Who mind-trap the naïve.

    Leaders swing l
    ike Tarzan,
    We worship them like God,
    That they punch like Jane,
    Never once we think odd.

    But somewhere beyond,
    In wild places grow,
    Truth undefiled, humility,
    And courage to know.

    Right is right,
    Wrong is wrong,
    Those who know,
    Become strong.

    Enough is enough,
    A lie is a lie,
    Freedom shall live,
    Slavery shall die.

    Slavery of thought,
    And deceit of mind,
    Will be vanquished by,
    Warriors of old kind.

    Who vanquish evil,
    For the job’s sake,
    Nothing more they give,
    Nothing more take.

    Warriors for liberty,
    Free spirit, mind and soul,
    They give back life,
    Taken by evil mind control.

    Warriors for liberty,
    Cut Tarzan’s lines,
    And prove him a monkey,
    Or a monkey’s behind.

    All it takes is courage,
    To call spade a spade,
    And knowing hell on earth,
    Can be un-made.

    There are timeless truths in freedom,
    But it comes at soul-cleansing cost,
    The mass murderer must be hung,
    And not another unborn lost.

    A fake leader might swing like Tarzan,
    Yet sound like a string-less guitar,
    A true leader might look like nothing,
    But be the Rock of Gibraltar.

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  2. Fighting Leviathan, With a Puny Wooden Sword!
    By Robert Winkler Burke
    Book #8 of In That Day Teachings
    Copyright 5/25/11 http://www.inthatdayteachings.com

    Notes from Nelson’s Quick Reference Bible Dictionary:

    “The book of Job is not only one of the most remarkable in the Bible, but in literature. As was said of Goliath’s sword, ‘There is none like it,’ none in ancient or in modern literature.” – Kitto. “A book which will one day, perhaps, be seen towering up alone far above all the poetry of the world.” – J. A. Froude. Nelson’s comments say that the true identity of who wrote Job has remained throughout time: a mystery.

    “Do not break the person, break his desire to attack you. Provide the illusion that your opponent still has control, but make sure he does not.” – Mikhail Ryabko, Russian Martial Art Systema Master

    I must not hurt huge Leviathan,
    As it swoops down on me!
    Dragon’s flame kills and maims,
    I’ll soon be history!

    Oh, woe is me! Oh, woe is me!
    I have but a wooden sword!
    From the cross, that victory tree,
    Of Christ, my humble Lord!

    Yet, I must not hurt Leviathan,
    Its skin is tough and brittle!
    His pride is ridiculous big,
    And I am less than little!

    We fight for hours,
    Oh, we fight for days on end!
    Then, when it’s over,
    The beast gets up again!

    My puny wooden sword damages it not,
    I’m like a grasshopper against a giant!
    Then it lays down, coughs up its heart,
    Upon its tongue, now on me: reliant!

    Leviathan now relies on me,
    To treat its heart with care!
    No longer enemies, but fast friends,
    I approach on God’s dare!

    Oh, woe is me! Oh, woe is me!
    I have but a wooden sword!
    From the cross, that victory tree,
    Of Christ, my humble Lord!

    With my too-small wooden sword,
    I walk into the danger zone, such biting teeth of dread!
    To the heart, now on the tongue,
    I gently touch my sword, out gush bright drops of red!

    From the sword come good drops,
    Of God’s ancient-wisdom self-sacrifice,
    Then Beast wakes up changed,
    Swallows heart and renews its old vice!

    Cruelly taking advantage of my nearness,
    Leviathan scorches me in full-blown rage!
    I fight him off again with wooden sword,
    Behold! Beast doth weaken! says my Page.

    For my Page greatly knows what’s going on,
    Not long ago, HE was THE bad Leviathan!
    You see, we fought for years! Way too long!
    His dual was an excruciating marathon!

    But after a thousand drops from God’s cross,
    My Page was, of Beast, set free!
    Now he’s learning to be God’s Man-of-War,
    Who fights evil, just like me!

    Oh, woe is me! Oh, woe is me!
    I have but a wooden sword!
    From the cross, that victory tree,
    Of Christ, my humble Lord!

    After days and months and years,
    My Page and I have succeeded!
    Leviathan whom we fought,
    Is full humble now: defeated!

    My Page has become a Swordsman,
    That Leviathan: HIS own Page,
    I have left off sword for pen,
    That you understand this age!

    So then, pride of religion and its blinding selfish-rigidness,
    Is killing man!
    Just as loving kindness, humility, patience and flexibility,
    Kills Leviathan!

    Job learned this In That Day,
    Of his: long ago!
    Now we must all learn the same!
    You do not know?

    Holy flexibility,
    Is where Christ-in-You is at!
    You’ll remember the fight,
    When the Rigid lose all that!

    You’ll remember the fight,
    When, as rigid Leviathan, you with great enmity: hated your betters!
    Who took your blows nobly,
    And with kind, wooden, bloody swords, removed your blind fetters.

    How you’ll hate that forgiving blood of Jesus,
    Applied drops at a time on your stony heart!
    Until you see it is not the end,
    But the Christ-in-You: Page-Warrior start!

    You’ll then, Rigid Ones, be on the,
    Other side of the sword!
    You’ll say, as Job did, I repent!
    In dust and ashes, Lord!

    And if you were particularly mean,
    And hurtful to your dear-brave Warrior-Savior,
    God will give you a willow-wimpy sword,
    To fight Leviathan, inside of your neighbor!

    Oh, woe is me! Oh, woe is me!
    I have but a wooden sword!
    From the cross, that victory tree,
    Of Christ, my humble Lord!

    You might say,
    Well, it serves me just about right!
    Rip me up,
    Leviathan! It’s time to fight!

    I shall not return evil for evil,
    From proud, religiously-rigid man,
    He may hurt me, but me never: him,
    He’ll get what I have in me: I AM!

    The great I AM,
    Wants to live in us all!
    In That Day it’s,
    A strange work: yet not small!

    It’s a BIG thing,
    When Leviathan pride dies!
    And Christ-in-You,
    Trumpets: loud victory cries!

    Yet and even much so,
    Your pride in all this will be choked: by your own reins,
    By the smallish sword,
    You’ll be given, to do the large work that remains!

    Oh, woe is me! Oh, woe is me!
    I have but a wooden sword!
    From the cross, that victory tree,
    Of Christ, my humble Lord!

    You might ask me, where did I learn all this?
    That it’s a pride-fight and that Leviathan isn’t a dinosaur true!
    I learned it by reading the Book of Job,
    From the Warrior-Prophet, not a Page, whose name is Elihu!

    This great, but young, Warrior-Prophet,
    Had heard so much talk of churchy-religious pride,
    Elihu wrote all of Job’s book,
    Yet pride in work: egoless, he did prodigious hide!

    Elihu hid his authorship,
    And prophetic voice with Job!
    That following Workmen,
    Would put this in their brain’s globe…

    Religious-Pride is Leviathan! (It’s a smallish issue with beginners!)
    Leviathan is Religious-godly-Pride! (Clericalism makes biggest sinners!)
    I write this, as your proud author,
    Oops! That beast is hard to hide!

    Where is my bent, old wooden sword?
    God, I lay my heart upon my swag tongue!
    Knowledge puffeth me up… in pride,
    Touch me now, oh blood of God’s Son!

    Oh, woe is me! Oh, woe is me!
    I have but a wooden sword!
    From the cross, that victory tree,
    Of Christ, my humble Lord!

    But you protest,
    Only Jesus! Jesus alone! He alone (ALONE!) is your Savior!
    Never you’d let,
    Yourself acknowledge: He can be greater in your neighbor?

    Can you, then, see now,
    What has been your, and all of milk Churchianity’s, problem?
    Sub-taught leaders vow,
    To never slay their damnable, supercilious, god-pride goblin?

    Even tho you say: just reading the bible sans leaven,
    And listening to, or becoming, another Milk-way, Mandarin Madman,
    And with Jesus, stuck somehow (by you?) in heaven,
    Works to expunge pride? Nope! It makes naught but bad-bad bad-men.

    So swallow your pride, oh religious daughter or son,
    Prepare to meet your shorter, younger, older, taller… Much Betters,
    Where dead body is, vultures on you will pick on,
    Your religious pride. So honor who removes necrotic, hubris fetters.

    You know, only Christ-in-You (in one) can do it,
    Almost kill a soul, non-violently, to get rid of religious pride… to move it,
    Eyes to see, ears to hear… are a better shoe fit,
    Pride kills. Humility heals. Hear ye, All pride-bots so ill-begot… get to it!

    Oh, woe is me! Oh, woe is me!
    I have but a wooden sword!
    From the cross, that victory tree,
    Of Christ, my humble Lord!

    Isaiah 27:1-4 (MSG) – “At that time (a time in the future when conditions are ripe) God will unsheathe his sword (ITDTs?)… his merciless, mighty sword… (and) he’ll kill [Leviathan – religious pride!] that old dragon [debauched clericalism that lives in harmony and support of Progressive Slavery or Tribal Slavery] that lives in the sea.”

    Vs.

    The sad but extremely typical early Twenty-First Century Milk Church Leadership meme: “You have everything to learn from us; we have nothing to learn from you!”

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